[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, March 10, 2019
Sunday Ride
The weather is good again and, notwithstanding the strong winds blowing from northwest, staying home would be a real curse, a blasphemy. Rendezvous at 10 o'clock in Mariahilfe Platz.
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