Recyclables

Eric Williams “I probably should make a pilgrimage,” I answered. “He’s reckoned the best poet here.” “Best poet in Aznar Station?” Röntgen laughed and drained his coffee. “Well, I can arrange that too.”  We strolled to the already bustling Plaza de los Pájaros. A long line had formed for the Axial. The cylindrical station mimicked…

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