The Wistful Silence

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The hands of my wife, Clara, were the first things I noticed about the house, or rather, they were the only things that remained when the dust settled and the shadows lengthened across the floorboards, a delicate, translucent map of veins and tendons that seemed to pulse with a life independent of the body to which they belonged, and I would sit for hours in the high-backed chair by the window,...

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