Whan that Aprille, with hise shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open eye- So priketh hem Nature in hir corages- Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages ... If our lives are a repeating cycle, like the seasons, then the springtime of life can happen more than once. The four of us: Kathy, Kit, Jim, and Karen, are experiencing new energy as we leave the world of full time jobs and d
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