Third of March

On the third of March, winter was still holding on to its frigid grip. In the city, the sk...  More

On the third of March, winter was still holding on to its frigid grip. In the city, the sky was an endless expanse of dreary grey, and the chill seeped into bones. But somewhere, a seed was stirring, waiting to burst through the frozen earth. The promise of spring was in the air, and hope lingered.

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