The tide has turned.

The wind rests.

And I think of the breeze of Spring, blowing in with a whisper.

Is that sunshine or is it my memory?

In either case, I feel its warmth on my face.

A green breeze is blowing this way...

Photo: Woman standing on a houseboat, India by Deborah Jaffe.

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