If historical precedent is to be trusted (debatable), the dark of winter is lifting, which means that in addition to the tiny delights that present this time of year: birds that chirp to each other over an unseasonal flurry storm, strangers staring up at the thawing sky while their faces attempt to reconfigure the direction in which their lips hang on t…
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