"april is the cruellest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain."
t.s. eliot
i know it passed and i didn't write, but i didn't forget. i could never forget.
i'm going to nepal. you'd like it. i'll take you with me. we'll see it together.
we should have taken more pictures of us.
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please do..
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