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A short experience; Writing exercise

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Caradìlis:
Bare and brown, the forest's branches sway in the light breeze heralding her approach. They have been waiting for her. She turns to look around. Ice and snow are melting away, the water seeping into the thawing earth. The icicles that formed in her absence, hanging from trees and rocks, alike now drip clear molten drops and the rivers are running merrily again. They are glad to be free once more. They are glad to see her again, she knows. They have missed her for so long. She kneels to the ground. It feels good to be home, to breathe the fresh air of the skies again. But something is missing. Something they have all been waiting for. Gently, she places her hand on the forest floor and all around her, the world awakes from her winter's sleep. The grass is growing, sprouting fresh green blades, the trees sprout leaves of green and blossoms in white and pink and apricot and wildflowers lift their heads from their long sleep to greet her. And up in the trees the birds now sing: "Welcome our Lady Spring!"

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