Three of Swords

The grandest hour of spring arrived with vigor. A vast sea shimmered on the horizon. Birds flew in the clear sky above the orchards. Flowers bloomed in the tall waving grass. Sunshine bathed the meadow as a breeze swept the hill. A procession hiked upon this hill. Tiny bells adorning their ankles rang out with each steady step. Festive wreaths and ribbons crowned their heads. Bright banners wavered in the air. Their solemn expressions faced their destination.
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