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Chapter 139 - Little Jones’s Gratitude
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... eye, another day’s sunlight was showering upon us.
When the ice and snow on the streets of Dawn City melted, when the howling cold wind turned into a gentle warm breeze, when the cuckoos began to call atop the freshly budding broad-leaved parasol trees,
the cold and solitary Frost Month had passed.
The warm and moist Planting Season had arrived.
At the beginning of March, the crowds, originally wrapped in thick cotton clothes, had already shed most of their layers ...
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