[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
Saturday, August 24, 2019
Dicto Facto
At times, I also manage to bring to conclusion some good intentions that I've been keeping warm for a while.
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