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Why my heart doesn’t go dancing

Is April the kindest, or the cruelest month?  The party line affirms the first: it’s the time of rebirth when saucer magnolias pop their tragic blooms, crocuses and tulips sprout, warm weather hints and Easter descends, toting tales of resurrection. I’m not feeling it, which makes me wonder if I ever have.  Chocolate bunnies excepted,…

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