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Eliot’s Month, Not Mine
cywydd deuair hyrion 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, from The Waste Land Again the winds are playing like knives, and … Continue reading
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