Oh, how nice can be Toronto! A little rain, smell of spring, and delicate sunshine. You can indulge yourself with a light jacket and skirt and freely walk in the streets. No more worring about icy cold going throuhg your skin and freezing your whole body.
Nane Sarma is gone for good. Looking forward for the nice days to come...
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Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes.
Maria Konopnicka, "Women Poets of the World."
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