Whaler’s Cove, Point Lobos 2021
I grow old…I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing each to each.
I do not think they will sing to me.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock 1915, 1917
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