A poem from Kelly Deschler. "Melting snows begin to fade. As a newborn season arrives. Refreshing our lives grown dull. Cradled in green budding leaves, Hushed by the winds of spring."
that stretch and contract the universal fabric have been discovered which proves once and for all that everything, including us stretch and contract with the cosmic chop. To paraphrase Prospero, "We are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is boundless with toing and froing."