short-story
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The Road I Still Walk I think about Steinbeck sometimes.Not the book itself, but the people under that dust—the workers who moved because they had no other choice.The road they took was long, but what they were really chasing was something that stayed in one place: stability, record, belonging. That’s what I’m after too.I just
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The Town That Vanished: Michel Natal and the Walls That Would Not Fall Beneath the towering peaks of the Rockies, deep in the belly of the earth, the men of Michel Natal toiled in darkness. Michel Natal was more than a coal town—it was a world built by hands that toiled in darkness and hearts that found light
ARTIST MICHELLE LOUGHERY 