words and images by mk swanson
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Nuclear Summer

Three days of thunderstorms, rainbows, ospreys carrying fish to their young, alligators lounging on logs in the Ocklawaha, hibiscus flowers blooming and dying overnight, the smell of four o’clocks, the hum of bees, the smell of ozone after lightning.

Are You There?

The Island inhabitants were peaceful. No disease ate away at their bodies and their consciences felt no pinch because they had protected their own. The outside world had been a dream, and now they were truly awake.