Trees like razor wire with a thousand tiny green buds. the incessantly yet undeniably lovely chirping of the birds perched in the razor wire outside my window. Cockroach carcassed living here and there in the hallway of my apartment building. The sounds of kiddies playing in the streets. Yes, spring has arrived.

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