We heard the cries of those two men caught on the saws that summer two days apart; the moments themselves lost shape and the day collapsed.
Young fool Moffitt's ferocious laugh and savagery before his tears, and Josselyn's inhuman kindness - taking the rag of his hand with him into the yard.
And in the blindness of mercy, among the innocent saws, July screamed her days out on the waste of wood, hurrying us past disaster into September and another job.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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