The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The first thing I lost was the color of my own hands. It happened on a Tuesday, in the basement of the St. Jude’s Community Center, where the air tasted of damp plaster and old iron. I was wearing the blue wool coat, the one my mother had knitted before the fever took her. The coat was my skin. It was my armor. It was the only thing that kept the cold from eating me alive. I sat in the corner,...

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