April rain falls on January’s child, blotting a copybook with ink from another time and place. Looking past the landscape I see a couple in absolute love, holding each other as though their days were numbered like a discarded lottery ticket. My focus changes to a bird soaring in the sky, blazing through a backdrop [...]
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