The Distant Summer
The train leaves. You do not follow. You stand on the platform. The wind bites. It strips the coat from your shoulder. No, that is wrong. The coat is on you. It is tight. It is old. Look at it. The wool is thin. The elbows are bare. The lining is gone. You bought it for the wedding. You bought it to look like someone else. A woman who belongs. A woman who has answers. Now you are not that...
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