By: Victoria Smith The certificate arrived in the mail. I’m now a child of Uncle Sam. Many years of toil culminate in this: the remains of dead trees. I look at the badge of my new allegiance, feeling strange ...
Read More »By: Victoria Smith The certificate arrived in the mail. I’m now a child of Uncle Sam. Many years of toil culminate in this: the remains of dead trees. I look at the badge of my new allegiance, feeling strange ...
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