And now the grass is green.

And now the green comes spinning, boundless and bursting down every eroding slope and up through tiny twists of branches. So bright and fierce, this spring green at first birth. When is a leaf born? How does it feel to unfurl?

And now suddenly I am in that space again. That goodbye space. Uprooted, transforming, changing, closing chapters. Thanking the ground for holding me. Moving to Yardley April 19. What a strange statement. What a strange life.

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