[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, August 25, 2020
Ready
Ready to set sails. Ready to do many things. Ready to fail to do them all. Ready to regret this Summer vacations weren't long enough.
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