The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-17 18:28:19 -

I woke from a dream where I was eating dirt, or perhaps clay, or maybe just the grey, cold ash of a chimney that had not been swept in a decade, and the taste of it was so profound and metallic on my tongue that it lingered long after I had opened my eyes to the dim, yellowed light of the kitchen, a light that seemed to struggle against the encroaching twilight of a late autumn evening in our...

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