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Yet It Is Spring


And yet the flowers still push their heads out each year, out of the frozen ground. Yet they still bloom, Yet they still survive the frost. Yet it is the flower that embodies the brilliance and resilience of life. Only this time of year do the flowers push their heads out of the bitterly frozen earth and shake away dusty Old Man Winter. Yet it is spring. Yet the new year begins with the beautiful new life of flowers.
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