The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cart rattled over the cobblestones. It was a heavy sound. The stones were black. They glistened with rain. The rain did not fall from the sky. It fell from the clouds above the clouds. We were high. Very high. The air was thin. It tasted of iron and old dust. Thomas drove the cart. His hands were white. The reins were leather. The leather was dry. It cracked under his grip. He did not look...

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