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Summary

It was in the month of May. The wind still blew cold, but bushes and trees, field and meadow, all alike said the spring had come. There was store of flowers even in the wild hedges; and there spring carried on his affairs, and preached from a little apple tree, where one branch hung fresh and blooming, covered with delicate pink blossoms that were just ready to open.

Duration: 9 minutes (00:09:25)
Publishing date: 2025-05-06; Unabridged; Copyright Year: 2025. Copyright Statment: —

• Contemporary Fiction