Thus begins the season of bending over and peering down at the ground looking for signs of life, for flowers in the snow, for little signs of hope.
In the back garden, I bend over with abandon, confident that no one can see over the fence to see my broadside sticking up in the air while I'm looking down at a little snowdrop which came up and flowered unexpectedly last week.
"Pretty little
Bending down and peering
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Oleh
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