Day 137: Let this photograph stand as a testament to my belief in Spring's eventual arrival. The bouquet is the history of a summer long since past, a summer in which color ran rampantly through the flowerbeds and alpine meadows, a summer of bright days and shades of green more numerous than the myriad birds beating the air with sun-warmed wings. It records Summer's joy, its radiance; it sings with a quiet voice the songs of soft, fleeting rains. Summer's enthusiastic spirit lingers in the pale hues, fragile yet undaunted by Winter's persistent assault. I believe in flowers. I truly, truly do.
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