You've seen my kind before. I'm the starry-eyed girl standing in the front row of the concert, singing every syllable, arm held aloft in solidarity with the music. The girl who knows what the bassist drinks and where the singer attended college.
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Spring has arrived -- flowers and music in full bloom. Some of it only hints at what might be as summer approaches. Until then, here are few things I'm carting around in my wheelbarrow. Dig it.
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