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Cold Spring a.

Cherry blossom is not that enough reaching to heyday, at least at my country, or to say, probably this year cherry blossom must never have truly beautifully bloomed.


Nationalism rather is at heyday on the earth universally. No countries, nobody can stop any miserable war, terrorism actions, so well. Thus only conservative ideas run so actively.


The one who can never be tired of life spending by itself is just only robot, because human thing must have notionally words forcible threat in immanence, though never tired of keeping life is only controlled robot or puppet by stinger powered ones.


Not that full dredged cherry blossom and occasionally found the best conditioned full fledged cherry booming opening in some unidentified gap by itself displays our socially naturally made own phenomenal truths and facts as well.


Otherwise, these days in Southern hemisphere, on the contrary, hotter fall could be done for any habitant. And to that constantly twisted reality in unimaginably complicated reality by itself had been to us so accustomed with, the own phenomenal feature must guide us all into one strangely mutually easily communicative and transmittable approaching privately and publicly, you know.


If we will witness and experience more than now irregularly made each seasonal temperature or climate condition, otherwise, any season will have no gap to each other. And at last, any mutually discriminable own season could be disappearing from the condition made on the earth.


With those own colder temperature provisionary daily reality rather made us visibly remarkably noticed to geigraphically very advantageously promoting beautifully full fledged flower blooming and not that own incomplete in decisive gap is easily confirmable, that so ironical reality had been witnessed by our own personally given sense. 



(Irregularly continued)



Apr. 5th.     2024