[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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Friday, January 27, 2017
WinterScapes
I should have imagined it was going to be like this.
Bella anche coi ghiacci, Graz
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