Bauhaus It’s 28 minutes and the river is Bauhaus and a god lipping slowly, steadily, not feared, but worshipped for its plausibility. Each day I approach the north branch, the river is a series of renovations confronting me. I am impressed. I am the workman who has left new windows overnight in the grass. The … Continue reading Bauhaus
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