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Temperatures rise, and I can see the baby green shoots of grass, peeking through the thawing snow. Animals start to awaken from their winter nap, and feed themselves with the fresh spring plants. I can smell the blooming flowers. and hear the happy chirping birds. Walking down the street ligned with the vibrant colours of new plant life, feeling that springtime is in the air. C.B.
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
Springtime
Temperatures rise, and I can see the baby green shoots of grass, peeking through the thawing snow. Animals start to awaken from their winter nap, and feed themselves with the fresh spring plants. I can smell the blooming flowers. and hear the happy chirping birds. Walking down the street ligned with the vibrant colours of new plant life, feeling that springtime is in the air. C.B.
cynthiabrinley
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
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