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.
From where I sit, legs dangling off the edge of the world, ready to be caught by 120 strong cats, I can tell you the following with a high measure of confidence: We have had ourselves a capital-M Month.