In Boston, the sky is filled with cherry blossoms and pink magnolias.
It's almost too much...
Then I remember the past few weeks and the words of Keats:
"Yes, in spite of it all, / Some shape of beauty moves away the pall / From our dark spirits."
In Boston, the sky is filled with cherry blossoms and pink magnolias.
It's almost too much...
Then I remember the past few weeks and the words of Keats:
"Yes, in spite of it all, / Some shape of beauty moves away the pall / From our dark spirits."