The Distant Affair
In the dream, which was not a dream but a waking held in suspension, you see the coat again, the heavy wool of it dark as a bruise, hanging on the hook by the door where it has hung for thirty years, and you know that if you take it off you will be naked, not just in body but in name, in history, in the very marrow of your blood, and you do not move your hands, you only breathe, the air in the...
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