Spring.

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     There are a lot of us who dream of kisses in the rain, cold winters next to the fireplace, long cups of boiling tea and his arm around your shoulder to warm you up. I’m not. I dream of spring blossoms and buds, sweaty nights, long dark roads, drunk people and his abundant laugh competing with the sound of the river waves.

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