By Marina Rybak
Spring was born last week; its arrival was trumpeted by the snow flurries silently falling on the concrete sidewalks. The city, still clad in the melancholy of the urban grays appeared weary and naked to its bone. The change of the palette was long overdue and I was growing impatient, longing for “ la Primavera” true range and her healing “power of green”.
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