my father, step-mother, and uncle
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Ontario, 2003.08.11
Not too often that this many of us are together!
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twenty-eight years and a million words
Not too often that this many of us are together!
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