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Renewal

The music of an April morn the breeze rustles shoots new-born green to fleck Winter's trees drab brown now to depart in yellow garb where shadows cataract upon the cold earth thawed again in Spring rain

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Date: 3/1/2013 11:41:00 AM
Very cool...
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