the purest blue
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Kokubunji, 2023.02.23
I found this on the back side of a house, perched above a narrow laneway full of passing cyclists.
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twenty-seven years and one million words
I found this on the back side of a house, perched above a narrow laneway full of passing cyclists.
Collections containing this photo.
The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.
—Leon Trotsky