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  1. Thank you, thank you for this glimpse of spring-to-come for us Northerners. And for the reminder to hoard these moments like a miser:

    “For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude;
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils.”

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