The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

You wear the coat. It is too big. The sleeves swallow your hands. You pull them tight. The wool is gray. It smells of rain and old paper. It is not your coat. It belongs to the city. It belongs to the sky. "Look at you," says the mirror. The mirror is a window. The glass is dirty. Outside, the street is a gray line. Cars move like insects. They have no faces. You look at your reflection. You do...

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