The Faded River

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The Faded River

The smell of burnt sugar is still in your nose. You wipe it on your sleeve. It does not come off. It sits there, a ghost of caramel, clinging to the wool of your coat. You stand on the corner of 4th and Main. The city is gray. The rain is fine. It feels like dust. You are leaving. You do not say goodbye. You just walk. Your boots hit the pavement. Wet. Soft. The sound is yours alone. You work...

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