By Mark Juric Mickey brushed away the lock of hair that clumped, sweat-soaked against Darla’s temple. He traced it back…
By Mark Juric It started, he thought, with the telegraph. “Technology strips luxury from language,” he could be heard saying…
By Mark Juric Mickey brushed away the lock of hair that clumped, sweat-soaked against Darla’s temple. He traced it back…
By Mark Juric It started, he thought, with the telegraph. “Technology strips luxury from language,” he could be heard saying…