The Golden Greenhouse
The rain was coming in sideways, a slanting grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the house, the yard, and the sky all seemed to be melting into one another, and you stood there on the porch with your hands deep in the pockets of your coat, watching the water run down the shingles in thick, hurried streams, thinking about how easy it is to let a thing go when you have already...
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