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  • Maybe it's the same everywhere that trees lose their leaves, I don't know. But here in my part of the world, when the new leaves sprout and unfold in the spring, the trees - long monochromatic, stretching bony fingers across the sky since losing their splashy autumn finery - begin to glow with a faint, pale green aura.

    And with each new warmer day, the green spreads and blurs like spilled paint thrown at a wet sky.

    I don't know why, but this exact colour of green - almost yellow in its jollity - makes me smile.

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