Spring Fever By Terra Wolfe Sticky little leaves are unfolding in my stomach. My eyes are the sun and the breeze pours through my fingertips. You have warmed the places that were buried under snow and mud and I am swelling with green, with blossoms. Copyright Terra Wolfe 2006
Spring Fever By Terra Wolfe
Sticky little leaves are unfolding in my stomach. My eyes are the sun and the breeze pours through my fingertips. You have warmed the places that were buried under snow and mud and I am swelling with green, with blossoms. Copyright Terra Wolfe 2006
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