Every day for the past week, I’ve been waking up to the dull hum of bombs a few mountains over from where I live right now. Really, the military testing site begins down the block, but the block is miles and miles long. It doesn’t feel that close. It is, though. My nearest neighbor is a half-melted house where moths and crows are landlords. I can hear …
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