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The last spring season of a crab-apple tree |
| One Last Spring They say the crab-apple tree is old and dying and that in the autumn, before her limbs begin to break and fall they will have to chop her down and plant a new tree there instead. But she doesn’t seem to know that and so, against the backdrop of the bright blue sky her branches, costumed once again in fluffy snow-white blossoms sway gracefully, joyfully as they dance their final ballet. |