My effort here
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astute observation
About spring
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from spiralling ecstatically this
from spiralling ecstatically this proud nowhere of earth’s most prodigious night blossoms a newborn babe: around him, eyes –gifted with every keener…
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years
For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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