The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The train leaves without you. You are on the platform. You are also the platform. The gravel is cold. Your feet are in it. You are the gravel. "Come on, Clara," he says. You do not move. He is waiting. He is not waiting. He is the wind that scatters the leaves. You are the leaf that sticks to the wet shoe. "Did you pack the box?" he asks. The box is wood. It is heavy. It contains seeds. The...

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