It is really spring now, thank God. The tree outside of our window is slow to bud, but I believe it’s the last to drop its leaves, so I’ll forgive it.
On the first hot day of spring, when half of us are still in down jackets and the other half is in dresses that are blowing up their bums from the subway vents, I feel we are all like daffodils. Exposed, h…
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