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Crimson leaves decay
Cathedral winds call the hour
Beauty mourns itself
About the Creator
Thadeus
Have you ever tried to tell someone how you feel, or tried to articulate a deep thought but couldn’t quite find the words?
Same. That is why I write.
Writer and Poet. Trying to unpack and decipher my brain and heart, one word at a time.
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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