April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. The Waste Land - T.S. Eliot 1922
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Spring 2008
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. The Waste Land - T.S. Eliot 1922
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