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The spring bulbs peeped up from the leaf litter, worried they might be a little early or worse – too late! Cold winds swirled around, carrying the sounds of hungry robins and the smell of damp soil. They waited a few more days, working up their courage, before bursting above the old leaves and claiming their place in the sun.

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