Sunday, September 20, 2015

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

-T. S. Eliot
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

...how far we wander to find home...thanks for sharing this, John. Kay.

9/29/2025 4:12 PM

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