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Madstoffa's crunchy house!
Who is Me? By CpSingleton © 2017
I woke up to snapshots of various images, all unlikely to happen around me:
A table tennis game on grass, with paddles that contained no middles. 159 more words
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Björn Rudbergs writings
My feet are lead
I walk with weight on sand
footprints washed away on every wave,
It’s foam and kelp. A heart-
beat close to last. 154 more words
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A R T L▼R K
On the 12 of February 1994, the day of the opening of the 1994 Winter Olympics in Lillehammer, two men broke into Oslo’s National Gallery and lifted its version of The Scream. 797 more words
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s a v e d
Art is one’s way of expressing one’s thoughts and imaginations. It can be through poem, music, sculptures or paintings. Paintings are a form of art where you apply paint or pigments of color on solid surface.
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The Mindful Bard
What is dread comprised of but a fear that the past will be repeated in the future?
But this can’t happen:
1). The past is written in stone and can never truly return. 49 more words