One of Many
Tear it all down and build another, this time higher.
A missing middle housing unit, more of a commodity in America than the sliced crust of bread is to a starving man's appetite— skin tracing every single rib more obsessively than water conforming to echo the container it's wearing— simmers charred and dilapidated at the bottom of Baltimore's barrel. It is a skeletal str…
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