On beginning. So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore. T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets (1942) The end is where we start from. T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets… Continue reading And All Shall Be Well // T.S. Eliot
