I can smell that crisp Western wind in the air. It is time to say goodbye to the coldest and longest winter that my memory serves up. Not that I'm complaining though because with each passing winter day my lust for spring has grown. The Cuckoo bird is soon to make its way North and the banks of the rivers will once again crumble against the rushing waters. One more month of school and it will be time to get work. There are nations to conquer and maidens to rescue. It is time for the sun to beat down my weathered brow.
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