The Wistful Skyline
The kettle had been boiling for forty minutes before I noticed the steam had stopped rising, not because the water had cooled, but because the air itself had ceased to hold it, a subtle atmospheric rejection that marked the exact moment my separation from the object became absolute, leaving the ceramic vessel on the workbench of the temporary field office, a place that existed in the liminal...
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