lightning strikes the sea
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Vancouver, 2002.07.02
I couldn't believe my timing with this. Despite the copious noise, I love it.
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twenty-eight years and a million words
I couldn't believe my timing with this. Despite the copious noise, I love it.
Collections containing this photo.
When I was a teenager I was sure I'd be dead before I was thirty. Let's just say that I am well into some serious gravy time now but sometimes I wonder if I am actually dead and this is hell.
—anonymous blog comment