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April Truly Is The Cruellest Month

“  April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.”–T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land It’s springtime in Rochester, and that means sunshine, rain, snow, and ice—sometimes in the same week, sometimes in…