Day
one hundred forty-six
March 28,
2013: Would it be presumptuous to hope that it stay warm this time? The weather has felt more like the springs of
Bend than what I have always been led to believe springs to be. In other words,
mostly cold grey days with the occasional day of warmth and sunshine to fill
you with empty hope, instead of two, three months of warm weather. Apparently
this weather is odd for here. We brought it with us.
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