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.
...and when you try to get some, it surely can be hard. There's always trouble waiting, when you leave your own back yard.
—Motorhead, Lost Johnny (lyrics by Mick Farren)