Mahone Bay
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Nova Scotia, 1997.05.17
We stopped on the Trek to Halifax in this tiny town. It was nice.
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twenty-seven years and one million words
We stopped on the Trek to Halifax in this tiny town. It was nice.
Collections containing this photo.
Remove everything that has no relevance to the story. If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it's not going to be fired, it shouldn't be hanging there.
—Anton Chekhov