[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, January 2, 2019
There will be more
Looks like the weather was waiting for us to be back in town for the first very snowfall of the year.
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