The hounds close in.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Under their radar
working many years he escaped their net only to find... he'd been caught. undone. The knowledge he carried in his suitcase, removed. Hands on handle they carefully opened to reveal the case empty. He had no knowledge at all.
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4 Reviews Added on November 21, 2015 Last Updated on November 21, 2015 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.. |

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