[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
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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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