“Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall / My buried life, and Paris in the Spring, / I feel immeasurably at peace,”— T.S. Eliot, from The Collected Plays & Poems; “Portrait of a Lady,”
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“Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall / My buried life, and Paris in the Spring, / I feel immeasurably at peace,”— T.S. Eliot, from The Collected Plays & Poems; “Portrait of a Lady,”
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