Still Breathing Underground
ACT I - THE MARK Rick Donovan sat on the ground in front of the old mine entrance drinking a warm beer and drawing a chalk circle around the opening with his right hand. The beer tasted like water and the chalk felt rough against his fingers and the mine entrance looked like a dark mouth in the side of a hill that had stopped producing coal ten years ago. He was forty-four years old and he had...
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