The Distant Garden
The rain had not fallen for three weeks, a fact that the agricultural sensors in the backyard confirmed with a monotone, mechanical precision that stripped the air of its last vestigial humidity, and you stood at the threshold of the garage, watching your wife, Elias, dismantle the garden hose with the methodical, surgical focus of a woman who had decided that the destruction of a physical...
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