Seven Teachers at the Edge of Everything
I Arthur Pendelton dragged the telescope onto the lawn at dusk. It was a 1950s reflector, brass fittings tarnished to chocolate brown, the mirror cleaned with toothpaste and pride. The nursing home called it "the binoculars." Arthur called it what it was: a window. Mrs. Kowalski sat in her wheelchair at the edge of the lawn. She hadn't spoken in two years. Not a word. The nurses had stopped...
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