[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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End of the trail
Reaching the top of a hill and discovering that the road ends there can be disappointing. Still, it obliges you to stop your ride and look around. The view from above is always a great source of satisfaction, when not real excitement. The strong and saturated evening colors certainly help.
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