27 Jul 2022
Wind sprinkle-whips us along the harbor. It walks us past the queen’s winter home, and further down to Freetown. Men shout “Hash!” but this is less of a commune than an exhibition. Nemoland. No one’s land except for the salesmen.
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Wind sprinkle-whips us along the harbor. It walks us past the queen’s winter home, and further down to Freetown. Men shout “Hash!” but this is less of a commune than an exhibition. Nemoland. No one’s land except for the salesmen.
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