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Resurrection is so commonplace.015

Renewal and light peek from beneath the leaves.

The lilac eyes the sun, sly.043

The Newport plum plays jazz.030

A river of colors sings and chatters.001

The bells of crocus and galanthus ring.062

Daffodils quiver in the sun, green and ready.016

Black hellebores reveal their slow mystery in shade.049

A field of pearls drips skyward.022

Everything dies, and everything comes back. How is it we ever lose hope?