Out of nowhere, overnight, at the blink of an eye, the apple blossoms appeared.
The cat ran from window to window wild after birds all peppy in the warm grey of the day. And I remembered how much Spring always heralded the possibility of brief and sweet hope.
Sunday Links: Six Albums From 1967 That Aren’t Sgt. Pepper and MBIP Coming Attractions! - [image: 1. toptitle_august20-17.jpg] *As I’ve noted here before, this year marks the 50th anniversary of The Summer of Love and 1967. There was so much gr...
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