When and where opposites meet.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What is life
but a passing of time, and in that passing lies a place somewhere - a meeting where two unknowns come together linked by the off set of chance in passing delivering their fates.
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1 Review Added on March 3, 2018 Last Updated on March 3, 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.. |

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