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Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Cusp

Loud birdsong soars and grates; the air has an edge of sunshine and an edge of cold.
Posted by Jean at 09:35

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

perfect description of this time of year.

22 March 2011 at 13:12
Dale said...

Spring. Not quite cooked yet.

22 March 2011 at 16:26
Lucy said...

I do love these kind of days, a feeling that there's even better to come...

22 March 2011 at 19:42

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