By Camila Domonoske
There was a circle in Maria Burns’ yard where grass wouldn’t grow and trees died. She knew what it was: An old natural gas well, plugged when she was a little girl, starting to leak again.
By Camila Domonoske
There was a circle in Maria Burns’ yard where grass wouldn’t grow and trees died. She knew what it was: An old natural gas well, plugged when she was a little girl, starting to leak again.