The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The bowl sat on the table between us, a pale, ceramic thing that had once been the color of the moon before the kiln had cracked it, and I remember thinking, with a clarity that felt like a cold blade sliding against my neck, that I had spent my entire life trying to fill a vessel that was already broken, that I was the woman who held the shards and called it a whole, and that the gold leaf my...

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