I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hands across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
T. S. Eliot ~ Preludes
Master’s graduate. Educational scriptwriter.
Currently working for an e-learning company specialising in training denizens of the hospitality industry.
I have become impatient to assume the world.
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