[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
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Something to carry on
Some have in mind their holidays and the way to carry on till they get back to the city, some others a way to carry on for the rest of the year, till the citizens will be back on the beach.
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