It is time
for the buds on the trees
to sprinkle perfume on the breeze
for permafrost to melt away
and fill up bubbling springs
for the warming rays of the sun
to lure us from our dens
and peel away the cold grey cloak
for the winter
to finally end
The clang of the bell and clatter of metal broke the tense silence; and a whirlwind of energy burst forth. Muscles, taught and rippling, swe...
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