Postcard For Vincent (van Gogh)
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Last published Sun, Aug 27, 2023
From me to Van Gogh.
A postcard for the painter, a poet of the canvas...but it's just me writing to fill the blank space.
It's just a rant but go ahead if you're interested in knowing dramatic people's thoughts.
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