[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
Friday, October 13, 2017
Sunset in Mirca
As the days are getting shorter and daylight is dimming, I'm looking more and more often into the pictures of the just gone summer.
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