Epilogues: April 2022
April, April, you merry little month. You bring us wicker baskets of blossoms, and wry wailing winds to whirl them all away.
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April, April, you merry little month. You bring us wicker baskets of blossoms, and wry wailing winds to whirl them all away.
The world is weeping. Our brothers and sisters are shuddering in subways, crawling across borders, bearing their children and their grandparents and their ragged animals on their backs. Are we supposed to bask in jolly cat happenings at such a time as this?