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Spring’s Overture
Nothing compares with aromas or the blush of spring! Each blossom eventually visually loses its bloom. Oh such shades of blues, oranges and reds do blaze. Thank God black is not a color flaunted by flora. The soft breezes blew and scattered the evolving beauty. Only dying growth has been bled of its grandeur. Tis such a blistering of color to witness. I am thankful each Spring I can attend this sensual concert!
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