The Wistful Witness

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You tell me that the orchards are dying, and I believe you, not because I have seen the blight with my own eyes, but because the air here tastes of copper and old rain. You speak to me with the urgency of a man who has been running for a very long time and has finally found a place to sit, though even in this sitting, your hands do not stop trembling. We are walking the ridge above the valley,...

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