The Distant Garden

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The dream is green. It is a thick, wet green. You are in the garden. The ivy climbs the walls. It climbs your chest. You wake up. The room is gray. The light is thin. You sit on the edge of the bed. Your body is heavy. It feels like a bag of stones. You are in the mill. Not the old mill. The new one. The one built after the war. The one that hums. The machine hums. It is always humming. A low,...

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