The burning sun. Falling leaves, rain, sleet, snow.
Birds fly south in the winter cold. Weeping, loving, clutching a thorny rose. Seasons return. A kiss is given. A kiss is taken. A snail yawns slowly in the sun. Together, the earth, the spirit of air, and the woman of clay live in eternal attachment. Her hands are clasped around a blood-red rose, symbolizing the complexities of life and its struggles. While obstacles impede her progress, she keeps her eyes fixed on the piercing rose.
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