Broad and yellow is the evening light
Tender the April coolness
You are so many years late,
Nevertheless I am glad you came.
Sit here close to me
And look on joyfully:
Here is a blue composition book
With the poems of my childhood.
Forgive me that I ignored the sun
And that I lived in sorrow
Forgive, forgive that I
Mistook too many others for you.
Anna Akhmatova (1889 – 1966)
Words for the Year 
Oh YES! Did you get chills when you read this?
So indicative of your journeys through April.
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I did. I did. And then some. It’s perfect in every way. ❤️
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