YES, THIS IS THE
NOW
How golden the clarity which comes from
profusion : yes, the sun is shining, and yes,
the cold, gray sky is gone. The rain yet
lingers in the gutters and at curbs. I listen
to some sound - whether a diminished
squirrel in stress, or the rolling sound
instead of a Winter bird, I'll stay to hear;
for I have nothing to lose, and an
entire world to gain.
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