A beautiful season

I suppose it is that time of year.
The uplifting of every color and life
above bare branches and gray towers of fear.
Upheaval.
Rebellion.
Light against dark.
Bright burned shadows.
Stark and oppressive.

These days joy and growth are wrested from slow dying.
These are the days in which we relearn how to live.

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