"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 that they will sing to me."
Text: T.S. Eliot
Photo: Kate Steciw and Camilla Meshiea
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