Hello friends,
Probably like you, I am giddy with spring. Chicagoland, being mostly devoid of greenery, is a strange place to herald in the return of green things. Very often the world here seems to exist only in a series of 90-degree angles, what with the boxy plots of fescue lawns, whole blocks of concrete, and rows of American foursquares.
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