The Dream that We Are All the Same


I grew up across the street from a miniaturized rendition of a ghetto, scaled to fit a medium-sized Midwestern town. It amounted to an oversized block of single-story apartments, barracks-like buildings scattered at odd angles, built to house workers during World War Two. via Pocket
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