The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The sky did not fall; it dissolved. One moment, the rain was a steady, grey curtain against the window of the refugee camp in the Scottish Highlands, and the next, the fabric of the world frayed into threads of white light. I was sitting in a plastic chair, my hands shaking, holding a tin cup of cold tea, when the walls ceased to be solid. They became suggestions, then memories, then nothing. I...

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