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6 April 2012

They called me the hyacinth girl.

'April is the cruelest month,
breeding lilacs out of the dead land'
-T. S. Eliot


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Feist-Mushaboom

Everything has begun to bloom all of a sudden, I just wish I could grow up a bit quicker too. 

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