The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

She woke in the rain. It was cold. The water hit her face. Hard. She lay on the wet grass. The sky was gray. No sun. She could not move. Her legs were gone. Or perhaps they were just very heavy. She tried to lift an arm. It would not obey. The dream was fading. The edges blurred. She remembered the garden. She remembered the bonsai. The small tree in the clay pot. It had been pale. Almost...

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