The Wistful Voyage
The marrow in my left radius is singing a low, dissonant note that I have come to recognize as the specific frequency of our town’s decay, a sonic byproduct of the atmospheric pressure dropping in sync with the collective exhaustion of the employees of the Harrowgate Municipal Water Treatment Facility, where I have spent the last three decades monitoring the pH levels of a river that no longer...
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