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In spring, flowers bloom.

Their falling petals wither

then born anew.

Mortals scratch their heads in disbelief just as parents who ignore the words of their children.

An abandoned child finds the spirits friend-- 

Unusual yet familiar playmates, small and large, who often cloacked themselves as holy figures, 

as creatures of myth,

or as great sages.

A fallen flower called

out to the baby.

In a different plane, spirits live hidden to humans who reside realm of flesh and blood.

At instances, a glimpse of the other realm appears in the trail of a bumbling spirit. 



But there were evil ones as well.

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