Spring was the season of growth, of awakening. It was the season where you could mildly feel the sun through a slight tinted breeze, and stare at the scenery of bees collecting nectar from the bottle brushes. It was one of Stella Mulder's favorite seasons, right after summer. She loved to collect the tiny, vivid Frangipani's in the peak of their growth, and place it behind the top of ear, in front of the stretch of her hair as it brushed softly at the top of her cheek; it was her favorite type of flower, and made a delightful accessory against the pale blondness of her hair and skin.
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