The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You drive the rusted sedan down the unpaved spine of the Appalachian foothills, where the gravel crunches beneath the tires with a rhythmic, grinding finality that sounds less like travel and more like the slow chewing of something indigestible, and your hands, which have spent forty years shaping the fragile architecture of other people’s memories into rigid, commercial forms, now tremble...

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