The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The incision was a thin, white line running vertically down the center of my sternum, a seam that I had stitched closed myself with a needle made of human hair and thread spun from the silk of a spider that had lived in the eaves of the attic for forty years, and I remember the precise moment when the flesh accepted the thread, a moment of such visceral, terrifying intimacy that I felt the...

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