I Sense
I hear the thunder of the galloping horse
I see the eagle soar as it claims the sky
I smell the delight of the lotus' first bloom
I taste the sweet dew of the oncoming spring
I feel the soft velvet of the lion's coat
In this I sense the return of the sun and the retreat of the cold, harsh winter.
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