The Wistful Letter

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The jar of preserved plums sits on the altar table, its glass lid cracked in a jagged starburst that has not healed, as if the fruit inside had grown too heavy for the vessel that sought to contain it. You stand before it, your hands trembling not from the cold of the cathedral nave, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the years that have accumulated in the marrow of your bones. You are old,...

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