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If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
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Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
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No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
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No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow.
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"The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size."
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In the bleak midwinter
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Caught in a rainbow snowkeh bubble...
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Snowkeh - HBW!
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B is for bokeh (and blue)
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Snowkeh and nothing but snowkeh
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Just snowkeh!
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Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow...
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Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow...
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Lichen-keh
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Winter Rose
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Of winter's lifeless world each tree now seems a perfect part...
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HPPS!
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I've been tagged!
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A day without bokeh is like a day without sunshine!
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It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
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Touch me!
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Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.
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Blue Monday
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Before decay's effacing fingers, have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
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It’s autumn again. Our song is sung by the wind, echoes of loss and grief, through chilled air we wade... (2)
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It’s autumn again. Our song is sung by the wind, echoes of loss and grief, through chilled air we wade...
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Autumn
