Winter vs. Spring
[a weird bedtime story or something] I stand in the crossroads. I stare at the sky and see - its another half is Winter's and the other is Spring's.
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[a weird bedtime story or something] I stand in the crossroads. I stare at the sky and see - its another half is Winter's and the other is Spring's.
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