by chance, some rowers
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2005.08.30
I was walking across a bridge when some rowers emerged.
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twenty-eight years and a million words
I was walking across a bridge when some rowers emerged.
Collections containing this photo.
Only after the last river has been poisoned, Only after the last fish has been caught, Only then will you find that money can not be eaten
—Cree prophecy for North America