The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

You hold the glass in your left hand, the way you hold a dying bird. It is not a bird, of course. It is a pane of window glass, twelve inches by twelve, cut from the front window of the house where your mother lived until the fever took her. The glass is old. It has a slight ripple to it, a waviness that distorts the world behind it into something soft and uncertain. You have carried this glass...

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