The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The mold was green. It spread across the rim of the tin cup like a living thing. I wiped it with a rag. The stain remained. I wiped again. The tin was thin. It had bent under the weight of the years. I held it up to the light. The light was gray. The light was cold. The cup was empty. I am a man who counts. I count the seconds between heartbeats. I count the grains of sand in the hourglass. I...

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