[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
Friday, May 12, 2023
Ready for the Service
It's time to give new legs, new appendixes to my (old) Bianchi. Sooner or later the rain season will be over and together we'll have to reach a list of new destinations that I put down during the past months.
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