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Spring’s scattered Autumn irony…

There is in these delicate flowers such sweetness and unbounded longing for life. These cherry blossoms from my garden were full of life a few days ago and now they have faded, as though in accelerated decrepitude their moving frame of reference and colourful Spring joys are as short as they are glorious. Where pale and dessicated petals like scattered Autumn irony now decorate the empty spaces between long grasses, it seems that in each and every living beauty there is just such an unacknowledged tragedy as this; in every blossoming microcosm, some cosmic ember fades; in every growing love, an unacknowledged sadness.

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