Friday, July 6, 2012
I Smell Dead Fish
I inhale. The smell is still there. I open my eyes. Put my glasses on. Remove them to rub the sleep out of my eyes and put them back on. I get up and go stare at our radar screen. Unblinking. For one minute. I close my eyes. Other than the blinding glare, I know there is absolutely nothing around us for a full 12-mile radius. Read more.
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