The Distant Garden

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The rain was coming down in sheets that looked like static on a broken television screen, and I was holding my left hand up to the light of the streetlamp, watching the water bead and slide off the skin, which had turned the color of old parchment and felt, to my touch, less like flesh and more like the rough, damp bark of a tree that had long since stopped growing, and I was trying to remember...

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