…of our old artefactor Shakespeare.
lumping Jehosafath how time flies. The circle of life spins its spirally web and we poor mortals suffer its buffets and whey. Sickness and death find me metal more attractive with best friends in hospital and in funerary. Makes you think and gather the consequence of such ends as draw on us. Words from our Billy soothing the heaving breast.
‘mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled
thy beauty’s form in table of my heart.’
RIP Espen Greger Hagen.
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