The Wistful Campus
The coat is still on the hook. It has been there for three days. You see it. You always see it. The wool is black. It is heavy. It smells of iron and rain. You do not touch it. You stand in the yard. The grass is wet. The fog is thick. It wraps around your ankles. It is cold. You are cold. But you are not cold. You are burning. Look at the coat. Who put it there? You did not. You left it in...
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