The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

I dreamt of the tree. It was small. A bonsai. But it was not a bonsai. It was a skeleton. A white bone structure twisted into a pot made of concrete. The roots were visible. They looked like fingers. They were reaching for something that was not there. I woke up sweating. The air in the room was thick. It smelled of dust and old paper. I am a man who keeps things. I keep records. I keep...

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