On entering the shade of Ahn-san, a familiar fragrance lingers heavily.
In every valley, the white acacia flowers stretch out delicately.
On the paths of the trekking ways, people enjoy the spring for six miles.
On every places, around Seoul, the peaks on the weekends, overflows the smiles.
(13th, May,2023 Kinsley)
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