The Distant Joke
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the windows of the house into mirrors where I could see my own reflection hovering, ghostly and translucent, amidst the wet, shivering leaves of the garden, and I sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table in the dining room, holding the heavy, glass terrarium in my hands, watching the single, vibrant...
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