The cellar hollowsA Poem by andrew mitchell
The house
that whispered hid no lies on open inspection but the walls talked. © 2023 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on January 28, 2023 Last Updated on January 28, 2023 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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