A Web Page for Charles A. Gramlich |
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one finds many things, dust and empty tin whistles, the wheels off a hundred matchbox cars, a mother's face and the whisper of silk, that passed away. It is a world of tombs, of coffins, filled with bones and stones and sins. And it's always quiet there, in the memory of ruins. |
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My Writing |
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Musings |
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11/15/06 |
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Copyrights - Content:CAG and Layout:GN |
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