The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The coat is gone. I left it on the hook. It is there. I know it is there. But it is not there. The air in the village hall is thick. Dust motes dance. Gold in the afternoon sun. We are leaving. The band is packing up. Saxophone case. Trumpet. Drums. They look tired. Old men. Old hands. My hands shake. Not from cold. From fear. I am a fighter. Or I was. Now I am just a man. Standing in a...

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