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  • I remember the spring came suddenly. Spring is the season it hides itself in the bark of the trees and then it peeps out and it is new, green, tender and astonishingly tough, all together. Like these sprouts. But in 2007, spring embraced me wrapping around me like an electric, liquid wire. I remember I was scared and I couldn't help but run away. I'm still regretting my escape.
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