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Cruel April

April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.   – T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland APRIL HAS BEEN CRUEL, an abrupt withdrawal from the stimulation and excitement of my … Continue reading

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