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The horse wore a crisp van dyke beard, had clear dark eyes, and a sense of caper. I will cater to him with lush second crop alfalfa.

This is the time when everything that eats green is looking for freshness. Soon it will be here for us. Dewy grass. Tulips. Weeds. Dutchmen’s breeches. A sunrise every day, whether the sky lets us see it or not.

Each day.
All we have.
Embrace it.
And a banana.