The Distant Summer

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You are standing in the middle of the kitchen floor, and the tile is cold, and the air is thick with the smell of ozone and wet wool, and you are holding a ceramic bowl that is no longer a bowl, it is a collection of shards that seem to vibrate with a frequency that only you can hear, a low hum that rises from the fractured clay and climbs up your arms and settles in the hollow of your throat...

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