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This one from the wondrously succinct Kay Ryan speaks to me of spring: "So Different," Kay Ryan A tree is lightly connected to its blossoms. For a tree it is a pleasant sensation to be stripped of what’s white and winsome. If a big wind comes, any nascent interest in fruit scatters. This is so different fromContinue reading “The lightly connected blossoms of spring: Kay Ryan”