a diaristic blather that illuminates the Scandinavian Sojourn 2009 for Alyssa Taylor Wendt
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Underneath the looming formality of the ranges, lay diminishing gravesites, churches of utmost simplicity, and the junkyard, which the townsfolk were generous enough to open up to all the artists to freely scavenge from any and all of its decomposing fish nets, 1980 vehicular roulette or rotting ram horns.
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