[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, September 9, 2021
The salt-soaked rope and the stranded trunk
How many stories do they know? Which of the two has more to tell the other?
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