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Return to the water
I grew up on the water. I feel a constant pull from it to return. Like a beacon, drawing me to it, wanting to be near it.
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Living Waters
Growing up on Lake Huron, in the northern part of the lower peninsula of Michigan, the living water of the Great Lakes is persistently present. Like a slumbering beast you knew would awaken. Not to us by the shore, by the harbor where fishing boats and freighters would dock. But out a few miles from…
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The Poisoned City
Two years with toxic water. That’s how long the former emergency manager expected the people of Flint to drink poison. Of course he didn’t know. But he should have. They should have tested the Flint River, the old system, the water coming out of people’s taps before they chose to make it a two-year stop-gap…
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Under Water
Wordless Wednesday
