[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, July 28, 2019
Six o'clock in the morning
I think I was able to spot all the ingredients, without framing the sea.
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