
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses.
The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
Maud Hart Lovelace (b. April 25, 1892 – d. March 11, 1980)
“Spring will come and so will happiness. Hold on. Life will get warmer.”
— Anita Krizzan (b. January 26, 1966)
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
~Charles Dickens (b. February 7, 1812 – d. June 9, 1870), Great Expectations
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