March: She is a sultry, wanton wench with her come hither
dance toward Spring as she promises warm breezes and sunny skies then slams the door in your face just as you begin to lose yourself in her lies.
March's ritual of a day of sun followed by four days of rain, repeat, keeps my food hankerings in a tizzy. What I crave this time of year, when Spring begins to flirt with Winter, is...
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