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Send us Fan MailS-P-R-I-N-GSuddenly, so suddenly that the sky appears to blink spring appears, lifting the lengthening light across the day, as if summer rides across the dusk, as if the sunlight hours have always been,soft and gentle, not a wind stirs not a wind whispers through the empty trees, all is silent, all is hushed, in the middle distance, where the cool of shadows of winter gather under the rising moon beyond the forest, the beach, the mirror of seaand skies and the low murmur the wash of retreating tides,  a woodpecker knocks and knocks againagainst the locked and frozen winter door, the echoes resound through the fading softness, the curtain of early mists the starlight of velvet, the perfumed promise of the thousands,the rising,openingsinging,a blossoming sky, of earlymorning [email protected]