It was the kind of winter where the autumn and spring had locked hands, forming a comforting bridge across the cooler months.
That winter was so warm that the breeze curling around the trees became their winter scarf.
The winter carried on with a blush of the autumn time, and as it ebbed appeared to welcome in the sweet breath of spring.
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