Author: The Helix

Boy shakes a branch for Sakura confetti, beginning the Spring parade, the vernal celebration— floats of bustling bees hop with breeding hares, sway to surging songs within the throats of birds; and all throughout the grasses, a tremulous design:
Forsooth, nobody needs a jest when life is fair, as prepossessed; if everything was admirable then anticks would be inutile; in times of bonny merriment, wisecracks are sure superfluent; nobody needs a laugh when they’re as happy as a

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