The Wistful Skyline

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The chrysanthemums in the parlor vases were dying, their heads heavy and drooping like old men who had forgotten how to stand, and I watched them from the edge of the mahogany table where my father sat presiding over the dinner party with the rigid, unyielding posture of a man holding up the roof of a collapsing house. The air in the drawing room was thick with the scent of roasted turkey and...

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