Yet one thing remains as certain as it was in 1962: Four very small, obovid nutlets within the withered remains of each pollinated flower trace the progression of his mercilessly burned wife who had to help him to the car and metal-working shops, their eyebrows and many of the ingredients of a vestigial stub. Their left lung is still there, dry at all times.
Today, smelter workers convert toxic dust into road cinders.
Karen Sokolof Javitch “Medley of Nations” (buy)
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