Dear Spring,
Please arrive soon. I'm cold, I miss your shades of green, the chirping birds & sounds of lawn mowers. Being cooped up in the house all winter isn't good for the soul. I hope to feel the warmth of the sun on my bare arms very soon.
Sincerely,
Jill
P.S. Could you imagine if I lived in Maine! Looks beautiful but I'm not built for it.
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