Blossoming

”The winter is past;

    the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
    the season of singing has come…

The fig tree forms its early fruit;
    the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling;
    my beautiful one, come with me.”
”Song of Songs 2:11

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