Day 25 Sprung
The nighttime frog chorus has dwindled down to one lone low rumble of an oke who wasn't good at speed dating last night. In the valley the hazy spring mist reluctantly begins to clear. Overnight buds suddenly crown myriads of green stems and an azalia is a simple riot of the brightest pink. Spring has sprung, tine for new beginnings to start.
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