“I was not at Winona at the time of the spill, yet news of it weighed heavily upon me. I had spent many summers swimming in the lake’s seaweed-ribboned waters and visiting my grandparents, whose lakeside cottage sits a few hundred meters from the site of the Warsaw Chemical spill. A kindergarten teacher and church organist, my grandmother had lived on Winona until 2003, when she passed away from breast cancer. I was nine years old at the time, and in the wake of her death I grew up surrounded by overheard rumors that her illness could have been traced to the factories ringing Winona’s northern shore.”

Where Does That Flower Bloom by Conner Gordon (3/4)

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