Something Akin to Culture Shock
A simple observation I had at the end of a bus trip around the city years ago.
On the last stop of the Baltimore Toxic Tour, a few one hundred feet away from a garbage dump, two buses full of Loyola students were in awe. The dirt ground, cayenne pepper powder colored and devoid of verdant blades and hearty thickets, resembled the pimpled face of a teen bracing themselves for the meteor impa…
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