The Distant Summer

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The bowl was blue. A deep, oceanic blue that seemed to hold its own weather. It sat on the table in the center of the room, a small island of color in the gray drab of my cell. I had broken it. I remember the sound. It was not a crash. It was a snap, sharp and final, like a dry branch under a boot. I had held it tight in my hands, squeezing until my knuckles turned white, until the porcelain...

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