Birds chirp, frogs burp, spring hits, and I quit. Quit pretending to be a productive member of society, at least. I'm off to Rome and then to Minturno do Marina on the coast near Naples. From there I'll walk north on the old Via Appia back to Rome. Apart from having to leave my flowering dogwood tree and about-to-flower lilies of the valley, what could be finer?
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