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Silent despairing winter. Only magical thinking creates the light. Lives without thoughts or dreams welcome nothing but barren hearts.

Imagine sounds of a different ending. Images so conscious it is as if they are that of smoke.

And when the smoke clears it reveals that of love and attention. A new image of spring.

Celebrate the change of the season so as to sow the field of love allowing the heart to bear its blooms.