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The Last Days of April Through the ceiling comes the rain to cool my lover and me. The lime carpeting darkens, and when we cross to retrieve our glasses of gin from the mantle, our feet sink as into drifts of leaves. We have a deep thirst, for it is the end of April, and we know that a great heat is coming soon to deaden these passions. ...

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