sunset for anglers
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2015.09.20
As usual, I didn't catch anything. It doesn't matter.
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twenty-seven years and one million words
As usual, I didn't catch anything. It doesn't matter.
Collections containing this photo.
Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.
—-Henry David Thoreau