| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - What we are deprived of in winter, color, colour, colors in the suggestive shades of a French impressionist, not the hues of house paint, appear everywhere in spring, and the festive taste of our unpolluted air sends all the senses, especially the sovereign one, smell, into an ecstatic search for every form of life and a graded sorting of the diversity of the actual unexpurgated spectrum.
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