With each dig, time buried another memory.A Poem by andrew mitchell
While life experiences
we're an addition with time for memories to be stored; remembered, the passing of time was subtracting those very memories now lost. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on May 28, 2017 Last Updated on May 28, 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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