[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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A quiet morning
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Provençal Style
The tiny terrace of my apartment in Mougins. I won't be able to enjoy it. The only think I can do is taking a picture and fancying about the best use I could have done. If only the evening was a bit milder, I could sit outside and enjoy the fresh air while sorting out my mail.

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