The Distant Journey
The jar sits on the shelf. It is old. The glass is clouded. Dust coats the rim. You watch it. The sun moves. Shadows lengthen. The light dies. You are in London. It is ancient. The stones are wet. The air is thick. You came from afar. You are not of here. You are a ghost in the fog. You hold the jar. It is heavy. It is your life. The doctor speaks. He wears a coat of black. His voice is low. He...
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