With each basement flood, remains of other lives rise from the ground: toy cars, plastic Madonnas, coal chunks. They never leave.
With each basement flood, remains of other lives rise from the ground: toy cars, plastic Madonnas, coal chunks. They never leave.
“I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”
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