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  • Chartreuse dreams,

    Vernal eruptions;

    Frenzied, natal celebrations.

    The hills are emerald.

    Streams chatter like giddy teenagers.

    An embarrassment of wildflowers clothe the meadows;

    At any moment the very stones may burst forth with singing.

    Such abandon! Such intemperance! I am intoxicated by the earth’s exuberance.

    The world is a wanton in Spring and I a willing paramour, smitten by her voluptuousness.

    I nestle my face in the bosom of her green hills, a crown of flowers in my hair,

    The symphony of ten thousand songbirds on my lips.
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