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A chance encounter as only the scents of Spring can create. Bored Spring, sleepy, distracted by pollens, by the regrets of winter just behind.
In Spring, Beauty goes less unnoticed, illuminated by a soft sun. Sounds bloom into flowers, letting colorful petals fly in the air. Petals fly in the colors of Emily Young in a Canterbury-like landscape, in a green folk field along the path traced by a lively piano, sounds of nature, cello, birds, folk pop songs suspended.
Fragrant petals fly leaving a sweet euphoria in the air, almost melancholy. So you buy a lemon popsicle and smiling, think it could have been worse.
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