The Distant Garden

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2026-08-19 05:42:15 -

You dream of the garden. It is not a real garden. Not in the way the brochures show. No neat rows of hydrangea. No clipped boxwood. Just mud. Thick, sucking mud that pulls at your boots with a wet, tearing sound. You are running. Or maybe crawling. It is hard to tell where the earth ends and your skin begins. The air smells of iron and old rain. You are at the gate. The gate is high. Iron bars....

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