In North Carolina, beginning in February and lasting into March, daffodils bloom. They're tough - they bow under snow and ice, and pop back up when the weather warms. They glow from deep in the woods. A single blossom sprouts in a vacant lot. They are like old family friends returning for a visit every spring. They remind me of the river of yellow …
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