The historians gather.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The historians gather.
Even time bleached skulls have memories, for history speaks with many tongues. The historians gather.
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Added on August 21, 2016 Last Updated on August 21, 2016 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..Writing
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