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The cycle Spring Brings |
Why do I look forward to Spring when I hate repetition so much. Flowers are going to grow, birds sing, as sure as a mother's first touch, or a hen guarding an egg clutch. All in a vicious cycle it repeats; life, death, snow, rain, a bunch of seasons, earth freezes, heats. Hungry critters snack and munch, thus what was life becomes lunch. Why do I look forward to Spring when I hate repetition so much? Renewed life is the main thing. |