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March has a way of arriving at it's own pace. Winter is still hanging on here in Connecticut with snow along edges, cold mornings, and that kind of stillness that can make everything feel a bit stuck. But the light is shifting. The days are getting longer, and there’s a slow change happening underneath it all.
It’s not spring yet, but it's not too far off either.
This is the time I enjoy most, the quiet in‑between, when nothing looks different, but the days feel ready to open into something new.
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