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... ining on them signaled the arrival of another day.
As the snow on the streets of Dawn City melted, as the howling cold winds turned into gentle warm breezes, and as cuckoos began to chirp on the budding broadleaf sycamore trees, the cold and desolate Months of Deep Winter had passed.
The warm and humid season of sowing had arrived.
By early March, the crowd that had once been bundled up in thick cotton clothing had shed most of their layers, moving about lightly.
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