The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The rain falls. It hits the mud. You are cold. You hold the book. It is small. It is black. The leather is cracked. You do not open it. You know what is inside. You know the words. You have read them before. Not in this life. In the last. And the one before that. The road is long. It goes up the hill. The trees are bare. They look like bones. They look like fingers. They point at the sky. The...

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