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i spent the first real day of spring alone –
Essay Literary Fiction Deborah Levy on the intimacy of the mundane eve lion 7 min read · Mar 22, 2022 -- 13 Listen Share i spent the first real day of spring alone – it was a sunday, full of sunshine. seemingly everyone was out: every bench and makeshift seating-area occupied for miles along the canal. take-away iced coffees and melting ice-creams in every other passing hand. it felt strange to welcome spring in march. primavera was always romantically reserved for april, my sentimental disposition always inclined for the dismal truth of that t.s eliot poem i revisited yearly: stirring lilacs
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