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By AmyMo on Jun 1, 2006 in Life, Photography | 0 Comments
Reflection
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“The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands.
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.”
-Eliot, Preludes II
