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555In April, when the last patches of snow melted into the Moominvalley river, Moomintroll wandered through the damp meadow and found the first tiny blue flowers trembling in the sunlight. The air smelled of earth and rain, and every breeze seemed to carry a secret, so he tucked his paws into his pockets and imagined the whole valley waking up from a long and curious dream. By evening, under a pale pink sky, he hurried home with mud on his feet and spring shining in his heart.




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