Blossoms reign -- not only on dogwood trees, not only on magnolia trees, but on maple trees as well. Walking out of our Victorian house on Monday morning, Marash Girl could feel the rain -- the rain of blossoms from the city's century old maple trees. Marash Girl looked about her and saw the reign of blossoms, the reign of new life, of life over death, and on this April day, the day of the Boston Marathon, the day that all eyes are on Heartbreak Hill and Commonwealth Avenue, (the street one block from where Marash Girl grew up,) the blossoms rain, the blossoms reign, and life reigns supreme.
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