The Golden Greenhouse

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October 12, 1998 I counted the seconds between the crack and the collapse, one through twenty-four, while the sky above the municipal greenhouse turned the color of a bruised plum. The sound was not a crash but a long, tearing exhale, as if the building itself had been holding its breath for decades and finally let it go. I was standing in the shadows of the chain-link fence, my shoes wet with...

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