[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 2, 2018
A quiet morning
Waking up early in the morning with the sun filtering in through the windows of your room, after passing through the naked branches of a winter canopy, is not something that happens every day. It makes you feel a privileged.
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