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Places where seasons
overlap so gently, where breezes dance ballet to music never changing… do not know summer, for without the blizzard’s breath and autumn’s palette rich with climax, cold with death, and melting of ice to turn the season’s wheel round, how can anyone pretend to appreciate the HOORAY of summertime?
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