DUST
The pounding and battering go on, day after day, ceaseless.
From my window, I watch the crews with their sledgehammers and heavy equipment smashing at the great bridge over the river, pummeling it into ruin.
“But why, for what purpose?” I keep asking at my window. “It’s such a great old bridge, a beloved historic landmark of enduring and essential use…
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