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Four Awesome and Adored Seasons

The year is made up of four awesome and adored seasons: one has evergreen trees, it's the home of hummingbirds! These trees are decorated with snow and staring at them: we feel great emotions! Meadows have turned white and grandma drinks from her teacup wishing to borrow time; illness has confined her inside, and frolicking she finds pics of her grandchildren holding her hands! The year is made up of four awesome seasons: one has beautiful blossoms, and it's a joy to look at them and admire the loveliness they show so vividly as butterflies and bees rest on them, then fly away going back to their nests! All the birds take flight in the vast and luminous sky, and their shrieks awake a small child named Dean tossing in his crib, his mom promptly tends to him with motherly affection: warm milk is the remedy, he goes back to sleep peacefully, but he wakes up again hearing siblings ring the doorbell frantically! The year is made up of four awesome and adored seasons: a parasol is held by a fair-skinned lady with a straw hat and dark sunglasses resembling Marylin Morrow, she happily strolls attracting attention although she's kind of fat; going further into the grove of maples, she's startled by a crow! And finally, she sits on a bench and moisturizes her crimpled hands! The year is made up of four awesome and adored seasons: leaves on trees are turning orange, yellow and red, it's a wonder to see such incredible beauty emitting a sigh from an awakened emotion more profoundly felt by contemplating a painting from an obscure artist who spent all afternoon giving it an idyllic image with lively paint! Tourists surrounded him with awe, even a couple recently wed; even I watched him stroke the canvass as he felt good vibes!

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