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The hour of the green woman
Like a breath of wind, she strides across the snow-covered forest. Your transparent green veil gently floats around you. Every step melts the snow, while the trees spread their branches protecting a roof just above her. She walks through the forest and reaches a small meadow. Once there, she elegantly raises her hand. The small white flowers begin to bloom. Sweet jasmine is finely woven into her hair. Also a few citric mandarins find themselves in its hair again. The proud Iris bows deeply as the majesty walks past her.
The hour of the Green Lady has come. Powdery, golden green, it drives away the winter. She doesn't come unexpectedly and not quite still. A jolt goes through nature. She was expecting the green woman. You can feel the power in her at the beginning. Later you get lost in your work, get caught by it, sink into your arms.
While you wait for the first rays of the sun, you start to hope.
The hour of the Green Lady has come. Powdery, golden green, it drives away the winter. She doesn't come unexpectedly and not quite still. A jolt goes through nature. She was expecting the green woman. You can feel the power in her at the beginning. Later you get lost in your work, get caught by it, sink into your arms.
While you wait for the first rays of the sun, you start to hope.
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