THE YARD HAS BEEN FILLED WITH COLOR AND SCENT, AND HUNDREDS OF POLLINATING INSECTS HAVE BEEN BUZZING ABOUT......THE DEEP-RED ROSES HAVE BEGUN TO FILL THE AIR WITH EXQUISITE PERFUME AND THE SONGBIRDS ARE RELISHING THE BEAUTIFUL WEATHER, SOFT BREEZES AND THE FRESHWATER POND......AFTER THE SADNESS OF STEVEN'S DEATH.....I'M TRYING TO REBOUND TO THE VOICES OF SPRING....ENNUI CLINGS TO MY HEART, HOWEVER.
Trad by Barry Phillips
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