The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

In the dream, your hands are made of clay, soft and yielding, yet they hold the weight of the world. You are standing in a vast, white room with no doors, and you are sculpting a figure from memory. The clay is warm. It smells of rain on hot pavement, a scent that has not visited your life in thirty years. You are shaping a nose, a jaw, the delicate architecture of a cheekbone. You know this...

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