I still can't get used to the absence of the seasons here... It's a summer all year around : Scandinavian summer, Mediterranean summer, subtropical summer, ... The infinite sunshine, endless blue, timeless cacti... Where is that awaited spring? That bouncing heart's dance, while watching the shy stretch of the first puny leave? The smile on your face painted by the first song of returned home bird? I need the spring I grew up with, so I go to the place where it's possible to buy it... The Spring , imported from Europe...
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