[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, July 31, 2019
On the cliff
Six o'clock in the morning is not that much early for a summer walk along the coast. Still, it's a good moment for thinking and findings. Better said: rediscovering things we had forgotten.
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