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I work long into the night making the birds, sewing the slender feathers with fine thread, knitting the tiny hearts, the miniature lungs....

It is difficult to pinpoint when my insomnia started. I remember fitful sleep, filled with agitated dreams of clanking noises and foul...

I raise my infant son and daughter, onto the barrier. We look out on a sea of chrome, southbound only, flickering into the distance. For...