Dear Mr. Spring!
So there you are, are you? You've brought an explosion of energy already and made my heart stand upside-down with your hazel brown eyes and fuzzy hair of green grass. Whenever I venture outside you surprise me with an air much colder than I had anticipated, judged by the bright sun and convincing flowers. Cold air that is actually a cooling damp cloth to my high-tension brain. There is nothing like this heavy black soil and clear water running between my fingers. No need for any other tactic than just be without one, clueless for once.
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