Gone now are the nights of warm sock wrapping. Of dripping pipes. The last bit of cold (I believe) has passed, at least for a while. Now the time has come for sunburn, perspiration. Sprinkler systems. Shades of green, shattered blue eggshells, decorating the outside view.
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