March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring - though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don't know what you'll find, until you step outside. - The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, Chapter 2
— Mar 02, 2021 10:22AM
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