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jsonstein@masto.deoan.org ("Jeff Sonstein") wrote:
In the gentle embrace of early spring light, Iwhere whispers of warmth dance through the air.
Sunbeams stretch like golden ribbons, weaving their way through the coolness, promising the joy of blooming flowers and laughter-filled days.
The earth awakens, soft and fragrant, as tiny green shoots push through the soil, eager for the sun's kiss. Here, in this moment, hope unfurls like petals, inviting me to dream of sunshine.