The Wistful Dinner

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The soup was boiling over. I watched the white foam spill across the black iron stove. It smelled of thyme and old bones. My hands were shaking. I reached for the lid. I couldn’t hold it. The steam hit my face. It burned. I pulled back. The pot hissed. It was a dream, of course. Or perhaps it was not. In the grey light of that morning, the line between waking and sleeping had worn thin. I stood...

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