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| It is colorless and cold in New York today, hovering between rain and ice. Instead of going outside to look for winter ducks by the river, I am posting a picture from summer -- a bumblebee on a pink flower. It almost seems like it's from a different world, doesn't it? |
John Steinbeck wrote: "What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness."
And Albert Camus wrote: "In the middle of winter, I found there was within me an invincible summer."
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