Down by the old Food Bank Farm, the
almost-Spring winds whirled about, cleansing forest and fields, as the sun
blazed and then disappeared behind those glorious clouds that raced across the
skies.
Down by the fields, tiny flowers ignored the possibility of cold and snow, opening their miniature white blossoms to the warm sunlight.
As turkey vultures and crows and hawk alike crooned to each other, calling , as they courted and flung themselves off into the sweeping wild winds.
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