Marvin Shackelford: Wet Tracks Far from a Crossing

A whirlwind miniaturized or contained in the human form is no less than a swath of destruction waiting to happen. Spun up from the archive is Marvin Shackelford’s “Wet Tracks Far from a Crossing”:

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