[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
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Monday, June 29, 2015
Ready to take off
Malpensa Airport, standing on the long escalator that leads to the boarding gates the whole crew of an intercontinental flight line up as a military platoon. Thank God I've got my "portable" cam with me.
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