I have nothing interesting to say, so have some random T.S. Eliot poetry.
La Figlia Che Piange (The Weeping Girl)
O quam te memorem virgo...
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair -
Lean on a garden urn -
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair -
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise -
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a
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