'Tis come again, my darling ones. She has taken on her Spring maiden's mantle and is shyly returning from her Winter's rest. Can't you feel the gentle touch of warmth kissing your skin? the anticipatory hush of the breezes whispering in your ear? the cloying scent of blossoms perfuming the air?
Embrace the increasing beauty...the possibility...the silent life.
In the softness of the Moonlight.
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