The Wistful Mountain
You walk. The boots are wet. The mud is thick. It sticks to the soles. It pulls at your heels. You do not look down. You look at the road. The road is grey. The sky is grey. The air smells of rain. It smells of iron. It smells of old stone. You carry the coat. It is heavy. It is dark blue. The wool is rough. It scratches your palms. You hold it tight. You do not let go. Your mother gave it to...
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