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Ostara
The mists of the night move away from the sky, as the rising sun arises. The cold of winter sinks in the bowels of the earth, while a small sprout comes to light blooming in flower. The wind of spring awakens the sleeping creatures with its song of warmth, flowers and colors. Poem (C): Me “Ostara” (C): Johannes Gehrts “The Progress of Spring” (C): Charles Daniel Ward All the …