It was one of those winter days that I suddenly dream of spring, where the sky is navy blue, so soft and clear that serenity simply flows through the edges between those fluffy clouds, and the wind has dropped it’s voice and whispers instead of screaming.
The sun is out shinning and gleaming, with all the awakening trees looking surprised with blossoming flowers of different pastels. Over everything there is the faintest, palest tint of green, smell of spring is the air.
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