The ghostly gathering of a ghost tour.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In search of a shadow lost
I found nobody else could walk the path of darkness, but the owner who visits the city of the dead. The ghost tour begins in eager anticipation, the crowd follows like hounds on a scent and I find myself as church bell chimes that I am the fox, the shadow they are after.
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Added on June 29, 2019 Last Updated on June 29, 2019 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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