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In time all undertakings are made good,
All cruelties remedied,
Each bond resealed more firmly than before—
Befriend us, Time, Love’s gaunt executor!

“April snow. / God is waiting in the garden. / Slow as a blush,

snow shifts and settles on God. / On God’s bouquet. / The trees are white nerve nets.”

Anne Carson | “God’s Bouquet Of Undying Love”