ate some wheat
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2019.09.26
On the weekend, I ate some wheat. By Tuesday, this had happened. It's why my hands are covered in small scars.
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twenty-eight years and a million words
On the weekend, I ate some wheat. By Tuesday, this had happened. It's why my hands are covered in small scars.
Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
—Joseph Addison