Literature
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Leafless trees waving in an unforgiving Spring breeze, reminding that Winter had only just passed. But humans, we look at each season as the invitation to the next, not the fading memory of the last. We peer through our stained drapes at the sky, through our dusty glass-paned rims at the weather channel, and wonder why this season is not the next yet.
I want to imagine I'm better than the generic coffee-addicted, no-time-for-kids, money-oriented, possession-loving human being. But I'm not. Coffee black, children hating, money searching constantly, home filled to the top with meaningless items&