“The trees are beginning to awaken from their winter-long slumber. The sap is flowing again, and the air is fresh and new. At long last the eternal winter has broken. We can have hope again and cast off this weight which has so long settled onto us. Man can once again live as he was meant to. The earth lives again and hope springs true once more.”

_~the ravings of Quibble, a madman, with regard to the Dalara Wilderness, in which nothing will grow_ ((It’s amazing the sort of places I find inspiration for writing, even such snippets as this. Walking across campus yesterday I saw a pine tree that someone had recently ripped a branch from, and the sap was pooling in the wound. From that, came this.))

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