
In the spring, we're born and blossom, growing, becoming...

Into the summer, develops a rose, as we learn and become adult, bringing life into life...
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Autumn, is simple. We rest and enjoy. Memories are golden as life is remembered well.

Into our winter, where we shall curl up, find comfort as our lives have been. Preparing only to become that rose once again that sleeps beneath the snow.
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