HELLO SUMMER.
I can feel that you are fading and though I have been longing for Winter I am afraid for you to go. You will be back and with your return will come warmth once again but until then what am I to do? Am I to love Winter? To speak of my love for her? Or am I to be cold to her? To blow back upon her the icy winds with which she covers me?
Tell me Summer, tell me what to do. Fold into my soul your flowers for I fear my heart will fail, fickle without a touch of Summer inside.
Follow me. Help me not to forget.
HELLO VIEW.
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