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The bedroom window is open and cold wind turns the curtains into tides. I toss aside the blankets to defy the furnace. Sometimes, in April, it's good to shiver on purpose.
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The bedroom window is open and cold wind turns the curtains into tides. I toss aside the blankets to defy the furnace. Sometimes, in April, it's good to shiver on purpose.
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This poem is so lovely that it *almost* makes me like April.
While I appreciate modern conveniences like heating and cooling, they do separate us from what's actually happening in nature. You make that point so much more elegantly.