The big ha-ha, a chaotic exploration into finding lost water
Attempting to bound my project into some concrete truth has been like trying to grasp a fist full of Manitoba clay; the tighter I squeezed, the more of it slipped through my fingers. I would then scoop up the droppings, compact it again, and squeeze with all my might; only to find little left in my...
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| Language: | en_US |
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2007
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| Online Access: | http://hdl.handle.net/1993/2487 |