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the young aggregate jumped into the soft greening moss...teasing the new life moving at its roots...the sky continued gray all day...as the remnants of snow...dissolved...into daffodil dreams... |
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the young aggregate jumped into the soft greening moss...teasing the new life moving at its roots...the sky continued gray all day...as the remnants of snow...dissolved...into daffodil dreams... |
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