stag beetle roadkill
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Hokkaido, 2024.08.19
I didn't know these things had wings.
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twenty-seven years and one million words
I didn't know these things had wings.
By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.
—Socrates