I was there all along.A Poem by andrew mitchell
On a search through
a long, lost shoe box; revealing drawings, paintings, photos, cards, and trinkets. These finds unleashed memories from the past. I found myself again, from a time lost, I'd wondered.... where I'd had been.
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Added on March 20, 2017 Last Updated on March 20, 2017 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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