The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The coat was blue. It was a deep, bruised blue. It had hung on my hook for forty years. I had worn it in snow. I had worn it in rain. I had worn it in the heat of July. It had held my shape. It had held my dignity. It was no longer just fabric. It was a skin. It was a memory. It was me. I looked at it now. The threads were thin. The elbows were bare. The lining was torn. It was dying. I knew...

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