[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, May 16, 2021
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This demands a lot of bravery and recklessness. But I couldn't do otherwise.
Getting till this point and turning back at the very end is not in my way.
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