The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The frost on the glass is a map of veins. You scrape it. The scraper bites. You push. The ice shatters. It falls in shards. You catch them. They are cold. They are sharp. You look at your hands. They are red. They are shaking. You are in the greenhouse. It is night. The heat lamps hum. The sound is low. It is a drone. It vibrates in your teeth. You are fighting the cold. You are fighting the...

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