[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
Tuesday, June 21, 2022
Wednesday, June 15, 2022
A quiet place
A recently unusual moment of relax and detox. Riding along the river Mur with my wife, we spotted this corner of quietness and shade and sat for a picnic. I'm in between many things and thoughts. A short hiatus is what I would need, if I only could afford it.
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