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[Dubain L.Summers/February Valentine Baby]

February 9,l997

Dear Whom-Ever-Is-Reading-This,

Today is the most glorius day of all days in such a
long time. The sun is shining so magnificently golden warm out there.
The sky is so pastel blue; it looks almost as if an artist painted it
ever so carefully with one great sweep. And the stillness out there is
so incredibly peaceful. Taking a walk is a sheer joy.

Thirty-nine more days until Spring. A time of
renewal. A time for the sweet blossoms of new flowers, and the first
song of a morning Robin. You close your eyes and envision it all...

You can smell the first cut of a brilliant green
grass you have been longing to walk on. The lushness invites you to
remove your shoes and feel the newness. You can see the crimson red
roses starting to bud,the hydrangea's purple flower peeking,almost
teasing your eyes.

The day lasts longer. The darkness comes slowly. And
the street-lights flash off and on as if a mistake was made. The day is
lighter by each minute by each day.

And the sound of echoing children's laughter fills
your head as you take your dog for a long walk. You sense his eagarness
as he pulls gently to lead you to a new direction. His overzelousness
seems apparent as he looks at you and lets out one bark.

.......You smile as you think about the arrival of Summer
as you open your eyes once again. But for now, you count the days until
Spring and cultivate your patience. Quietly,you wait. Quietly.

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