The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain does not fall so much as it is exhaled by the sky, a thick, warm mist that clings to your skin like a second, heavier garment, and you stand on the precipice of the hospital room where the air tastes of antiseptic and crushed lilies, knowing that the world you have always known is about to dissolve into this gray, humid nothingness that you have mistaken for peace. You are thirty-two...

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