For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice.
– T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
Photo of a beautiful rose taken by Bernard Spragg
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For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice.
– T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
Photo of a beautiful rose taken by Bernard Spragg
.