American Wild
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Exploring the Great Outdoors
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The Way West
I’m nothing without failure. It’s made me who I am, I have become it. Now, I haven’t become better for it, that is to say, haven’t learned anything of value or grown from any experience that is failure, but rather inhabited the word so well its very essence has become something of a cloth to me, my own flesh and bones warmed by the letters.
By American Wild2 years ago in Humans
A Portrait of the Ann by the painter Virgil Day
The Sargasso Sea. An empty and vast space of ocean and sky and winds. Emerging upon the canvas splashes a great wooden vessel called the Ann, made from more than two thousand trees, steering through the ocean’s hurling might in chiseled and hushed buoyancy. Driving up enormous volume of waves, crashing into their tranquil and rabid foam that spews against the planks, creaking and throbbing, casting out in its drive a vortex and flattened pyramid wake. A mote of shark fins glide in ceremonial-dance circling the ship.
By American Wild2 years ago in Fiction