Dimming Mornings
October 4th 2005 My neighbor’s sprinkler makes a gentle patter on the sidewalk, tapwater meandering through the cracks and channels towards the gutter and the nearly-dead, oxygen-deprived Elizabeth River. Who knows? Perhaps a Tru-Green ChemLawn makes for a Tru-Green Chesapeake Bay.
The sky glows pink and orange as clouds drift by low enough to reflect our streetlights back in an earlier glow punctuated by
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