The Distant Garden

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The coat is blue. It was blue when you bought it in Chicago, a deep indigo that matched the lake in winter. It is blue now, but the blue is tired. The dye has leached out in the rain, in the sweat of your palms, in the strange, colorless air of this place. You are walking. You have been walking for hours, or perhaps days. Time here is a loose thread. It does not pull tight. It drifts. You carry...

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