The Distant Joke

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2026-08-19 12:13:58 -

The Distant Joke

The dream is always of the stone. You stand in the courtyard. It is cold. The frost is white and thick. You hold a chisel in your hand. It is heavy. It is iron. You strike the stone. You strike it again. The sound is dull. It is wet. You do not see the shape. You only feel the vibration in your bones. You strike until your hands bleed. The blood is red on the white frost. You do not stop. You...

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