Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind,
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Burnt Norton (T.S. Eliot)
Invited by: Simon Astaire
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| Day | Followers | Gain | % Gain |
|---|---|---|---|
| March 06, 2024 | 151 | +10 | +7.1% |
| March 23, 2023 | 141 | -1 | -0.8% |
| February 01, 2023 | 142 | +1 | +0.8% |
| September 30, 2022 | 141 | -1 | -0.8% |
| July 03, 2022 | 142 | -1 | -0.7% |
| May 27, 2022 | 143 | -5 | -3.4% |
| April 19, 2022 | 148 | -1 | -0.7% |
| March 11, 2022 | 149 | +3 | +2.1% |
| December 07, 2021 | 146 | -1 | -0.7% |
| October 29, 2021 | 147 | -1 | -0.7% |