The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The house was full of breath. It pressed against the walls. It pressed against the glass. We were gathered. All of us. In the dining room. The table was long. The wood was dark. It groaned under the weight. The weight of the plates. The weight of the wine. The weight of the silence. I sat at the head. I always sat at the head. Not by right. By need. The house needed a spine. I was the spine....

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