The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain stopped. It did not taper off. It ceased, abruptly, as if the sky had been cut. Silence followed. It was a heavy silence. The kind that presses against the eardrums. I stood in the center of the room. The walls were white. The floor was cold tile. There was no door. There was only a window. It was high up. It was narrow. Through the glass, I saw the tree. It was a bonsai. It was pale....

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