The four seasons put together.

The wind is blowing brisk and clean with a faint smell of spring blossom. Yet… the mixture of brown, red and gold leaves threatens to cover the ground. There is a pleasant warmth with occasional frigid cold spells. Where on Earth can you have all four seasons at one go without naming it another. Aah… It’s Spumunter, the fifth season. Yes, the fifth season. With all of these different weathers this must be. This really must be and it must be told. We all know that it is true, a new season has arrived and should be introduced. Spumunter is it’s name.

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