MARCH IS ‘MARSH MADNESS’ TIME: (with all due respect to the NCAA Tournament :) )
“The creeks overflow: a thousand rivulets run; ‘Twixt the roots of the sod; the blades of the marsh-grass stir; Passeth a hurrying sound of wings that westward whirr; Passeth, and all is still; and the currents cease to run; And the sea and the marsh are one. How still the plains of the waters be! […]
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