[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
T.S.Eliot
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Good catches
Still digging into my disk for some good Summer' shots. Could it be it's already time for a break?
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