The Faded River
You dream that you are wearing a coat made of winter, a heavy thing of black wool that has been spun from the silence of the deep earth, and you know, with the certainty that only children possess in their sleep, that this garment is not meant to keep you warm but to keep you contained. The coat is your mother’s. She has worn it until the seams have surrendered and the fabric has softened into...
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