[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, September 7, 2018
As we found it
We leave it. This morning sea and sky are gray again and melt into one thing far on the horizon. The sunny days came in between the beginning and the end. A cycle is closing.
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