by Melody Wang | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
the air was still. On his knees,arms grimy up to the elbows,the old man squinted to surveyuntouched terrain. His steady handwiped off a trickle of sweat, and I watchedas he cut inch-thick tubes of copperfor another void-filling project. Hundredsof tiny, bleached...
