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             It had been a long winter, but now that it was March, spring was just around the corner. Fakir sat under the tree, whose branches were dotted green with new leaves growing. The lake he looked upon had thawed of its ice, and the reeds were already profusely growing. Spring. Sure, it meant more green, but more importantly, it meant warmer weather. And warmer weather meant that the birds who had flown south for the winter would be flying back north, that meant… Fakir put a hand to his face, stopping his next thoughts. He couldn’t help it; Fakir missed Ahiru.            At the beginning of last fall, Fakir had tried to