The Cemetery Garden
The Cemetery Garden The rain in Georgia doesn't fall so much as it descends—slow, heavy, inevitable, the kind of rain that makes you feel like the sky has decided to press you into the earth. Clara sat by the kitchen window and watched it hit the garden, where Daisy had planted magnolias three months ago and had not once failed to water them, even when the water had to be carried from the well...
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