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Then, the sun broke through
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Setting off under heavy clouds, I plodded through a half a foot of new snow. Yearning for spring, I muttered to the birds, "A fine St. Patrick's Day!"
Turning a corner at the bottom of my (very steep) drive, I felt a bitter breeze. Brisk winds blew new snow. Whose idea was this, to take a walk? Trudging on, I paused near the edge of our farm. Opening a gate, I headed down the creek.
Steady winds blew the clouds. The sky lightened. Promising change? Hope, perhaps?
Then, the Sun Broke Through.
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