In Berlin, the winter sky is screwed on so tight that all the world beneath becomes dark and gray and grim, reflecting a somber atmosphere that deeply affected my spirit.
Mid-April brought an astonishing reversal of winter; the lid of the sky blew off, and the earth leaped up in joy, indicating a much-needed transformation and renewal.
Leslie's final call encapsulated both nostalgia and sadness, reminding me of a distant time when we were carefree, contrasting starkly with the tragedies he's since recounted.
Even as spring brought smiles and colors into the dreary landscape, the ghosts in the lake remained, symbolizing lingering sadness that even joy could not dispel.
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