1. 25 Apr



    Nature’s first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf’s a flower,
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.
    — Robert Frost
     
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