Found In the art archives of time's painting.A Poem by andrew mitchell
As the winds of time
shook the very fabric of my delicate foundation, I found myself in the cobwebs of life's offerings where our lives are mirrored by our faces, and our presence are marked by monoliths.
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Added on May 27, 2018 Last Updated on May 27, 2018 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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