The Distant Garden

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The coat is blue. It hangs on the hook. It is wool. It is heavy. It smells of rain. I check the buttons. They are intact. I am in the room. The room is small. The walls are white. The light is dim. I am a detective. I look at the coat. It is my mother’s. She died in winter. The snow fell then. It fell for days. I was cold. I was alone. I found the coat. It was on her body. I took it off. I...

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