On Equinox, the sun sets behind the tall chimney on the horizon.
By now, it overshoots the chimney without effort. And I saw swans flying north and someone in a boat trying to break up the remaining ice on the bay. Reliable signs of spring, all of them.
I'm chewing carrots, feeling troubled by all the terrorism happening in the world. Why all this hate?
Trying to come up with ideas on how to conquer the world with love. By tomorrow, I'll be back to my old cynical self.
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