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The earth is smelling of March and violets. Snowdrops are showing above the damp mould. The furrows of the field are shimmering purple.
We walk, down a path through the woods-Willy and Kosole in front, Valentin and I behind them. It is the first time for months that we have all been together. We do not often see one another.