The Distant Garden

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The jar is on the table in front of you, and it is already broken. You do not remember breaking it. You remember the weight of it, the cool glass against your palm, the way the honey inside caught the light like a trapped sun. You remember the silence of the kitchen, thick with the scent of lavender and old paper. You remember that you were trying to be kind. You remember that you were trying...

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