[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, October 14, 2020
Cesarea or Muscaria?
Surprisingly, notwithstanding the snow fallen few meters above in the last days, the undergrowth remains a warm place, where autumn hasn't yielded yet to winter.
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