The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The coat had been with me since I was four, a heavy thing of brown wool that had once belonged to my father and now hung on my frame like a second skin, so worn at the elbows that the fabric was thin as parchment and the color had faded to the dusty beige of old tea. It was a garment that knew the shape of my body better than I knew my own, holding me close against the damp chill of the...

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