The nights are more like April. Cobalt sky lingers as the stars emerge, and the breeze grows brisk and cool. Spurge laurel scents the invigorated air, the frogs croak, and all the wind's rustling sounds bring the woodland to life, as though the animals had all ventured forth for some festival of spring. I let them romp through my imagination as I lie on the grass, free of the bulky garments of winter, gazing at the wheeling stars.
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The nights are more like April. Cobalt sky lingers as the stars emerge, and the breeze grows brisk and cool. Spurge laurel scents the invigorated air, the frogs croak, and all the wind's rustling sounds bring the woodland to life, as though the animals had all ventured forth for some festival of spring. I let them romp through my imagination as I lie on the grass, free of the bulky garments of winter, gazing at the wheeling stars.
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