Today is a weary March day . Its spitting rain , the birds are singing and the crows are making vague Spring like noises . Its like a hundred dull March afternoons that have gone before in this dale . I can almost feel them all consecutively going back generations to the same gloomy skies of March . Im not even tired enough to have a proper rant . Even that feels beyond me to today . All is tepid .
I feel comfortably full and sluggish , quite relaxed too . There is a Summer ahead . No use in rushing things . I wait . I wait .
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