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June 03, 2022
I envy wordsmiths and birds both are mutually implicit and the same… - Luciano Antonio D’Angelo (Throwback)
June 03, 2022
Style is not learned, it is born…
June 03, 2022
My World Without Words…
June 03, 2022
My World Without Words…
June 03, 2022
The Tragically Hip - Poets
June 03, 2022
Dreamers | We seek to reconstruct Plato’s main arguments…
June 03, 2022
My Mother in her 20s even though I have not talked to her in many years she is still my mother and a catalyst for my writing….
June 03, 2022
These four walls harbour those words yelled in their design but can be painted over to hide the truth in time… - Luciano Antonio D’Angelo (Throwback)
June 02, 2022
My World Without Words…
June 02, 2022
~ Henry V, William Shakespeare…
June 02, 2022
My World Without Words…
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