The Distant Joke
The coat is heavy. You feel its weight not as a burden, but as a second skin, a dense, woolen silence that wraps around your shoulders and presses against the bone. It is a dark green, the color of moss on a stone wall in deep winter, and it has outlasted the trends that tried to bury it. It has outlasted the men who wore it. It is a constant in the shifting landscape of your life, a fixed...
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