[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
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Tuesday, September 1, 2020
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N-th
This must be my n-th iteration of the same picture over the years. Still, I´ve found someone saying "what a nice one!". Which makes smile, when not laugh.

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