The Wistful Voyage
You count the copper coins again. Three. Four. Five. The metal is cold against your fingertips. It bites. You are in the kitchen. The light is grey. The window is fogged. You wipe the glass. You see your face. It is a stranger’s face. Older. Tired. You look away. The stove ticks. It is a small sound. It is loud. You are a watchmaker. You fix time. You do not fix people. You do not fix yourself....
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