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A Spring Embrace

There comes a time in the seasons when Winter isn't really Winter and Spring hasn't yet awakened.

The brightest colors turn to gray and the air is silent in its weeping.

The waters embrace the unembraceable land in torrents of sighing laughter.

The trees, in their raw nakedness, reach their bare arms through the mist.

They long to embrace the beautiful gown that Spring promises when she awakes.

At the first glimpse of sunshine the magical laughter of children chases away the mist.

And then...Spring awakes!

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