Outside my window is an ever-growing cacophony of color—a bright, look-at-me pink cherry tree, lipstick-red tulips, royal purple hyacinth, and a hint of canary yellow from my jessamine. If one is even faintly moved by spring’s prismatic promise, it is a time marked by dull back pain.
Not what you were expecting? Sure, after drab winter days, spring’s ka…
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