It’s that time of year – the time of year when the smell of spring seems far far away yet close enough to taunt us, when even a passing snowflake is a punishment. I will admit, I don’t love winter. I love light, balmy air and the soft breeze of an April day. Even though it was cold, something about these sisters reminded me of spring. Maybe it was the way they were dressed. Perhaps it was how the older sister bounced on the bed — so unabashedly happy as if the snow had disappeared and the warm light of May filled the air. They both made me soo happy.



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