The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream is wet. It is cold. You are seven. You are holding a bird. It is not a bird. It is a mirror. It is gold. It is heavy. You drop it. It does not break. It melts. You wake up. The rain hits the window. It sounds like coins. You look at your hands. They are shaking. You are not seven. You are twenty-four. You are in a motel room in Ohio. The carpet is brown. It smells of damp wool. "Get...

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