Winter is almost over and the thaw is gently approaching.
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As I fly above the trees, I see a light bright beneath. A softened ray of cushioned might as it curls into the night. Wind shrills crying aloft birds dart from the lower branches bare and berift, of its cloak armor leaves. As Spring approaches.
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