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| c3353f8 | April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, sta.. | Eliot T. S. The Waste Land | ||
| 207f52c | The ocean is tired. It's throwing back at us what we're throwing in there. | Waste | ||
| 98b604f | Source Reduction is to garbage what preventive medicine is to health. | Waste |