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Middling Mild

Ducks are up in the air, it is early - too much a middling. Nature lures, leads us on, the weather is wrong. Icy licked stems are surprised. Defrosting ants and marmots patch and mend, loggers lean on buzz saws. People take pause, store bobble hats and puffer jackets. Today, to the contrary the snow is heavy, any hint of avian romance is indefinitely delayed. © 48 mins ago

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