Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
"We were at a party. One girl said I was like her grandmother, now dead. I told her I'm nobody's grandmother and I'm not dead, and she said that made it perfect." What if the only thing on your bucket list was to literally fill a bucket before you kicked it. Eighty-two year old Etta... Continue Reading →
"Heavy rains fell on the inner city after a long dry spell, washing away the layers of limestone paint from the old buildings, exposing more patches of their brickwork. Water, which had united elements in the process of construction, now aided disintegration, allowing decay to make deeper inroads into the edifices. New cracks formed in... Continue Reading →
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