[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
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
The Interconnection Tree
I wonder how is it possible that after walking for hours under the trees of a forest the first instinct that two people feel is to sit, take a picture and post it on the web.
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