As promiscuous as the first buds of spring nudging into each other for attention was the first droplet on our side of the Atlantic. And, so quickly it captured its prey, we knew not which direction to turn without becoming its next victim. To know…
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As promiscuous as the first buds of spring nudging into each other for attention was the first droplet on our side of the Atlantic. And, so quickly it captured its prey, we knew not which direction to turn without becoming its next victim. To know…