The Bell Hums: I Stand With Jello Legs at The Gates of Cloud Nine–I Want The Magic!
Cloud nine. A haze of worry. Jello Legs. Hold my hand. I want the magic!
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June 17, 2023
Cloud nine. A haze of worry. Jello Legs. Hold my hand. I want the magic!
Winter is a spent, tired old man, that has gone without sleep for a whole season. Then there come a vibrant, radiant Spring; she intoxicates the old man, sends him to sleep with a dream in his heart. And ever so slowly, the enfeebled season slips away peacefully. What we get after that is delicious fecundity of fertility and lush-- in other words, spring. Finally!