The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain hits the glass. It stings. You are wet. You are always wet. The water soaks into the wool. It smells of damp earth. It smells of decay. It smells like the basement where you sleep. Margaret is in the hall. She wears the green dress. The one that cost your last month’s rent. The fabric shimmers. It looks like oil on water. You look at her. She looks at the window. The wind pushes...

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