Paper cut by Rob Ryan.
"The first morning of spring in the park. The smell in the air is fresh and full of promise + new beginnings. You feel as if you could start your life all over again and it would all be ok. Do you know that feeling? The bright sun. After all those dark winter dull days. In your face makes you feel good.
Somehow I was blessed (or cursed perhaps) to feel this way all the time all the year round. On grey days. Wet days. Damp and black and windy days. And I cried to think who was I to be so blessed?!"
On Friday it's the first day of spring.
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