๐ŸŒธ Welcome April. ๐ŸŒธ

Purplerays

    ๐ŸŒธ April is the cruelest month, breeding
    lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    memory and desire, stirring
    dull roots with spring rain.
    ~ T.S. Eliot , The Waste Land

    ๐ŸŒธ It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
    ~ George Orwell, 1984

    ๐ŸŒธ April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)
    ~ William Shakespeare , Shakespeareโ€™s Sonnets

    ๐ŸŒธ April. Month of dust and lies.
    ~ Naguib Mahfouz , Adrift on the Nile

    ๐ŸŒธ Her laughter sounded like April showers, like whispered secrets, like glass wind-chimes.
    ~ Rebecca McNutt

    ๐ŸŒธ Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
    ~ Charles Lamb

    ใ€PSใ€‘

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