The Stubborn Hope of Resurrection
For three years I have awakened to the “beep, beep, beep” of backing up trucks, the clackety clack of flatbed carts being pushed into place, the crashing of trash from the third-floor windows into barrels, the murmurs of the workers as they begin their day, all beginning around 6 a.m. Just recently most of the
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