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Been a few springtimes now. More behind than ahead. Still. Those fevered, scented hours where throwing it all away felt like bending towards the sun - good god. So it takes a thousand winters to gain it all back. Whoever knew you had to say no to the spring. Still, when spring comes calling, say yes. Always say yes. There's time. Say yes.

Been a few springtimes now. More behind than ahead. Still. Those fevered, scented hours where throwing it all away felt like bending towards the sun – good god. So it takes a thousand winters to gain it all back. Whoever knew you had to say no to the spring. Still, when spring comes calling, say yes. Always say yes. There’s time. Say yes.

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