Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage we did not take towards the door we never opened into the rose garden. My words echo thus, in your mind
— T.S. Eliot
Four Quartets
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Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage we did not take towards the door we never opened into the rose garden. My words echo thus, in your mind
— T.S. Eliot
Four Quartets
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved