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The door opens, and a bundle of spring blossoms walks through. There is, presumably, someone behind said blossoms, but it is nearly impossible to see Anne Shirley behind the cloud of white, sweet-smelling blooms.
One can, however, hear her.
"Oh, Marilla, do just smell these blossoms--they're just like holding the soul of spring in your hands, aren't they? Don't they smell divine? Marilla?"
A very red head peeks out from behind the blossoms, and gray eyes widen.
"Oh!"
It's been a while, Milliways.
One can, however, hear her.
"Oh, Marilla, do just smell these blossoms--they're just like holding the soul of spring in your hands, aren't they? Don't they smell divine? Marilla?"
A very red head peeks out from behind the blossoms, and gray eyes widen.
"Oh!"
It's been a while, Milliways.