[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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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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