| April is the month when the sun gods were born, speeding their light through the cold as divinity transcends the refuse; when hope springs anew with full bloom; when baseball begins in earnest, and every team is viable; when closets turn into a clash of sweaters, jackets, coats and short sleeves; when the grass smells sweet for the first time, and ivy, still dormant, plots its growing season. |
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