February is gone. The longest shortest month, especially this year. Rally for March — the strong verb month. The month that moves forward, takes charge. The month that starts in the dead of winter and forges to the start of spring. The cleaner what wipes up February’s sloppy romance, the heartache, the emotional frenzy of births and deaths, the bone-cracking cold and the still-late dawn. March is a month of madness — not lunacy, but anger. The month that fires us up for something better. Brighter. Lets us shake out the rage, the hurt, the sorrow. Burn away. Readying ourselves for April’s revival.


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