[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
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Rain Stop
Well, I must confess that rain was just an excuse to stop and take a picture of one of my best views ever.
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