[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
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Backlit Dyptic
Beauty can be found everywhere. Even on the windowsill of a public restroom.
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