On the city streets, the sidewalk trees are white and green. Their
flowers are falling now. Every eddy of wind brings down a new drift of
white petals. These settle slowly as snowflakes, strange in the
sunlight. The day is bright and warm, weather for bare arms and bare
feet. Yet drifts of white lie in the gutters and swirl in the
street--spring's farewell to winter.
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