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As Winter and Spring argue over cold, damp skies my mind drifts to warmer days.  I imagine digging my toes deeply into warm sand, then wiggling them free.  Sunlight bounces jovially over brilliant, blue water lapping playfully at my children’s legs; their hands greedily tickling the wet sand beneath the surf, teasing free tiny treasures.  Ever present is the warmth of the sun, erasing my mind of practical thought.  I will shelter in my daydream until the sun washes away the gray.

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