The Wistful Petal
We were told, by the men in the gray coats who sat in their high-backed chairs and judged the air we breathed, that the sky was a leak in the roof of the world and that we were responsible for plugging it with our own silence, a task we had to perform without complaint, without tears, and without ever looking up, yet I looked up, I always looked up, and I saw that the sky was not a leak but a...
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