[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
Monday, September 16, 2013
As the storm approaches
It's time to go, time to leave, to get back on our tracks and reach a safe place. We've been hanging around too much. This place is no longer for us.
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