This should greet you on Tuesday, April 9, 2024—or whenever you open it.
I wrote it on April 3, for on that day I saw the first little pink sprouts peek out of their formerly stick branches of the dogwood tree. Blossoms are coming.
It seems, uh, a week ago, or was it two weeks, maybe a month, that it was May 1, 2023. That was the day I began writing Your …
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