shadows across snow, and old boards crumbling
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Niagara Peninsula, 2011.01.31
shadows across snow, and old boards crumbling
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...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)