"April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers...."
1. Part 1 - Burial of the Dead
The Wasteland, T.S.Eliot
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
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