Night Traveling, Day Dreaming, while Mapping my Escapisms, Tracing Love
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.
'Little Gidding' by by T. S. Eliot Poems, "The Four Quartets"
Mark Rothko, Hierarchical Birds,1944
Lines that make me ponder
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