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The first days when Summer blesses the land, when the sun bathes the world in a light fantastic and a warmth that can only be described as loving. Lounging on the grass with pink blossom billowing through the air, the air which is an embodiment of the change, sweetly fragranced by millions of petals. When the wind whistles gently across one's body and there is delight in being and song and poetry.
In summary, I assign the Spring-Summer transition season.
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