[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, February 14, 2021
Match Racing
This is not a picture of mine. I rarely post a picture that is not mine. But I could not be in New Zealand to take of like this. The fever for the final stage of the America's Cup is rising. Early wake up are ahead of us.
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