[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
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Sunday Ride
In a matter of few weeks, the "Apfel Land" has turned into something different. A new country to explore.
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