Tears fall like rain on an April morning. A plume of breath. Three skips of the heart. She hurls the tiny stone with all her might. It bounces–once, twice, three times. Thunderous beauty. Weathered and beaten like …
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April is the Cruelest Month
Those of you who follow me on a somewhat regular basis know that I am slightly obsessed with T.S. Eliot. Okay, maybe more than slightly. Like all things that I find myself fascinated with, Eliot has become …
