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Thumbnail 1 of 2, Tote Bag, Another World designed and sold by Mark German.
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Tote Bag, Another World designed and sold by Mark German

Another World Tote Bag

Designed and sold by Mark German
$28.16
$23.94 when you buy any 2+
$23.94 when you buy any 2+
Style
All Over Print
Size
$28.16

Product features

  • Totes deluxe. Sturdy and stylish with a vivid double-sided print
  • Available in three sizes: check the size chart to find the right one for you
  • Durable 100% polyester shell
  • Super strong cotton shoulder straps are 1" (2.5cm) wide and 21" (68cm) long for Small bags, 28" (71 cm) long for Medium bags, and 29" (74 cm) long for Large bags
  • Bright, long-lasting, double-sided design, sublimation printed for you when you order
  • Gentle machine wash
  • Looking for something more lightweight? Try the Cotton Tote Bag
Artwork thumbnail, Another World by Deckham
Another World
Another World Do you still remember your childhood? My rules for photography and art are very simple - I like it, or I don't... Thanks for visiting my folio :) I certainly appreciate your taking time to view what I’ve been up to, and enjoy reading your comments. Writings (or ramblings) Weaver High-Flyer The 10th The In-Between Place The Haggard Crone Come, Dark Chandelier Brain Eat Me You're Strange, Rick Ever-Queen Sleeping Beauty The Black, White & Grey ******************************************************************* In another world I sat, a young dreamer, to an old tune An occasional finger I dipped, wetting in the mainstream Samples I savoured, tasting the blurry, whirly life of Others Sounds I heard, breezing past my ears – bees in a sun-throttled field and time passed by… Strong I grew, hardier than most - a mind of crystal, a hand of steel a wit of lightning, and a heart of soft, bleeding stone time passed by… Many friends I made, and they made me in turn Songs I sung, but not with love – perhaps with too much love… Smiles I strew – cold, lifeless, soulless, yet guileless Hearts I broke, intentionally – to resonate with my own and more time passed… My practiced role wore me tightly An occasional stutter, temporary trips With practice, I surpassed even my own, exceedingly high expectations. and time passes… Now I wait, patiently, constant like a river, an echo I wait for the future and I wait for the past I bear it in silence, knowing deep inside The Call may come, and find me here waiting and time is passing… **************************************************************************

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