The remoteness of minds.A Poem by andrew mitchell
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the remoteness of mind where dusty memories are blown on time’s wind scorched by the sun a chapter spread across a spinifex leaning as red sands bury the remains, not a drop of life stains the desolate wilderness. © 2018 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 24, 2018 Last Updated on July 24, 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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