The house would be bulldozed in the morning.
He shone his headlamp on the carpet, dull green worn through and thin, and knelt down for a moment and moved his hand over it as if it was something extraordinary.
COPPER MINING THE PAST BY SCOTT ROBERTS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 113
The house would be bulldozed in the morning. The copper miner pulled his tool bag through the doorway. He felt the floor …