"Oh Maytime, fold thy fleeting wing, And let it be forvever spring!"
She could really get used to this weather where a soft breeze flows through the tree's branches and the sun beats gently down on her cheeks, the season where legs come out and and light and floaty material can be worn.
Playing out in the snowy garden is a long forgotten memory now games of tag replace snowball fights and rolling in the soft long grass is warmer than making pretty snow angels!
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