The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

March 14th. The wind has a voice today, a low, guttural moan that seems to come from the bones of the earth itself, and I am writing this in the cramped, freezing back of a supply truck that is crawling along a dirt track so narrow the wheels chew up the ruts on either side like gnashing teeth. We are in the high country, far beyond the last patch of green, where the air is thin and sharp...

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