For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter. Which season do you most look forward to?
As the snows melt on the high peaks, the streams flow, white and icy, and we will walk again my love, through the meadows lit of water drops like crystal, where our bare feet do not feel the chill…
For we do not forget, and with early summer, our story begins again…

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