The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain on the bus window blurs the city into a watercolor of grey and amber, and you press your forehead against the cold glass, watching the streets of London slide past in a continuous, weeping stream. You are holding your mother’s hands. They are thin, the knuckles swollen like old ginger roots, and they are trembling with a rhythm that is not quite the vibration of the bus engine. You...

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