The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

You dream of the moss. It grows in the cracks of the concrete foundation. You know this because you have seen it a thousand times from your cell window. It is green. It is damp. It is alive. You reach out your hand in the dream. Your fingers are long and pale. You touch the green. It does not feel like moss. It feels like skin. It feels like the cheek of a woman who is sleeping. You wake. The...

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