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Spring was a time of cotillions, nosegays, and proms, but not anymore. The memories of those ebullient adolescent years have faded to subfusc apparitions. That stage of my life, like the season, has changed. Gone are the days of frolicking with friends without the weightiness of responsibility. The anxious anticipation of summer days without time restrictions has come and gone. Now, each day is laden with burdensome responsibilities. I have become entwined in the social and financial ropes that have slowly tightened around my body, suffocating me as I attempt to take my daily breath. Oh, why can I not return to the former days of my youth? I live in a paradox; my emotions long to enjoy those boyish moments, yet wisdom constrains me from looking back. For I know that I can never more forward while looking back. I awaken from my trance, and looking at my own offspring, realize that my turn is over. It is time for my children to create their own catalog of images. This is their spring season, their time to blossom in the sun. Have your fun now, my sons and daughters. Create the memories that you will be able to pass on to your own children in their due season.
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