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“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 Waste Land”



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“And the end of all our exploring/ Will be to arrive where we started …”

“April is the cruelest month.”

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