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A woman whose face was found On a fresco in the tomb of King Philip of Macedon, father to Alexander - She passed me in the street today, alive and breathing roses. She is the living memory of someone who lived and breathed, as the night is long, in the mountains of northern Greece A Long Time Ago. She dresses in clothes that don't fit. She has cut her hair and crosses the street with grace. She can see the comings and goings of people and also the passing of clouds from her window. Her face, open and almost awkward, was discovered on a large fresco in the tomb of King Philip of Macedon.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
A Face
A woman whose face was found On a fresco in the tomb of King Philip of Macedon, father to Alexander - She passed me in the street today, alive and breathing roses. She is the living memory of someone who lived and breathed, as the night is long, in the mountains of northern Greece A Long Time Ago. She dresses in clothes that don't fit. She has cut her hair and crosses the street with grace. She can see the comings and goings of people and also the passing of clouds from her window. Her face, open and almost awkward, was discovered on a large fresco in the tomb of King Philip of Macedon.
A 70s poem.
jeff-stier
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
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