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Reaping the Wind

From the Aug/Sept 2010 Print Edition

The giants swing their triple arms or poise, frozen like hazmat signs, on every hill: alien prayer wheels of unending noise or monuments to birds and bats they kill; Shivas, whose dance preserves us and destroys a landscape that no longer can stand still. ” Susan McLean . . . . Continue Reading »