The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had stopped. It stopped suddenly. The silence rushed in. It filled the hollows of the trees. It pressed against my ears. I stood by the gate. My mother was gone. Her coat hung on the hook. Empty. Heavy with wet wool. I looked at the garden. The lilies were still there. White. Stark. Unchanged. They did not care about grief. They did not care about loss. They simply grew. I turned back...

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