“ Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,I had not thought death had undone so many.Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,And each man fixed his… T.S. Eliot
“ A sullied green “S” stood out on a graying backdrop that made for a road marker up there. We called it the wasteland. Katherine McIntyre
