The Distant Garden

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The jar was green. It was a mason jar. Inside, it held nothing. I held it up to the window. The glass was clean. The light was gray. It was a Tuesday. I was in the kitchen. My brother was not here. He was in the room next door. He was sleeping. Or he was dead. I did not know. I checked my watch. It was three o'clock. The steam from the kettle hissed. It sounded like a snake. I poured the water....

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