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 Breathing spring March 21, 2002 The Iranian Spring breathes the youngest green down the neck of these hills, stirring them from their sleep. Flocks of birds burst in noisy splendor breaking the stillness of the air. The scent of flowers not yet in bloom fills the nights with growing promise. And I find myself surfacing, forgetting, once again, my age.
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