The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The garden was a wound. It had been a wound for three days. The soil was black and wet. The roots were exposed. They looked like old hands. They reached for air that did not come. Arthur stood by the fence. He wore his uniform. The fabric was tight across his shoulders. It pulled at the seams. His hands hung at his sides. They were still. They were very still. He looked at the garden. He did...

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