The Wistful Skyline

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You are walking with your mouth full of bread, a thick, dense loaf of rye that tastes of ash and stale wood, and you are trying to remember if you have ever truly loved anything as fiercely as you love the crumb in your hand. The sky above the ridge is a bruised purple, swollen with rain that has been threatening to fall for three days, and the wind is a cold, invisible hand that presses...

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