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| On the last day of spring, I took a walk along the salt marsh. |
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| That magical spot where land meets sea and everything in between. |
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| Buds were splitting opening. |
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| The flower heads on the fennel were unfurling, promising nectar for the bees of summer, then seeds for the winter birds. |
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| And some plants were already heavy with seeds pods. |
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| Here's hoping that spring took you on a fabulous ride, that summer takes you even further, and that every season brings you echoes of the past, hints of the future. |
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