In the Ruins of Paradise

I begin coughing uncontrollably, a wave of it crests, and then stops. I touch the tape on the windows.

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By Tiffany Higgins

Creamy yellow-orange light touches down on the lifted diagonals of the shipping cranes down by the port. Though I live on the other side of the lake, though I’d expect the burgeoning construction in downtown…

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