[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
Thursday, May 13, 2021
Römergrab
Who knows whom this tomb was belonging to. The ages and the greedy hands of someone who mustn't have known what he was doing have concealed the truth.
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