November 22, 2017

      In Retiro Park, Madrid, one mid-afternoon in late September, I gazed up at the statue of the Fallen Angel all tangled and disgruntled on his plinth. His wings splayed out at strange angles and his mouth contorted in pain. I felt I was witness to the aftermath not...

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