[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
Monday, January 25, 2016
Far from the madding crowd
So, at the end of a breathtaking, restless week I took up to make a long run in the open fields, far from the noisy and annoying crowd of the town.
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