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Spring is 3 weeks late here. memories hark back to'47 when it snowed here in the west of Ireland until April.That winter is spoken about still.It is feared as much as the Famine
The latin title is to suggest - dressing up or as ''adornment'' of Spring.
A short story, non-fiction. I wrote this more for personal satisfaction to organize my thoughts rather than, "hey I think I want to write this story." =]