[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, May 12, 2021
Toh ...
And then, one day, your birthday, while roaming around the shelves of a downtown bookstore, you spot something that calls your attention and say yourself: "What a coincidence!"
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