[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, August 29, 2021
The sea beyond the hedge
The long wait has finished. Few more steps and my feet will touch the warm sand again.
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