The Wistful Dinner

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You hold the bowl. It is old. The clay is dark. It has no glaze. It is smooth. Your hands know it. They do not need to look. The rim is worn thin. It is soft. It yields to your thumb. This is where you hold it. This is where the strength goes. The house is cold. The hearth is dead. Ash lies in a gray sheet. You sit at the table. The wood is scarred. You are alone. The silence is heavy. It...

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