" April twentysomething '08 - All these sales trips have melded into a
blur as we leave on the last one, pulling me away from my lovely Sonoma on a day that taunts me for my departure with one of the warmest of spring days, brilliant sun flashing the wings of yellow monarchs feeding joyfully on the fuschia flowers. The birds this morning seemed to sing louder than ever, as if I might forget them and the blue sea of irises - which waved a melancholy goodbye, as they will most likely be gone when we return."
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