The Pale Bonsai
The dream was a house of glass, and in the center of the living room stood a bonsai tree made entirely of paper. Its branches were folded origami cranes, its leaves were cut from the pages of old tax codes, and its trunk was a spiral of receipts from a grocery store that had closed in 1998. I woke with the taste of dust in my mouth and a headache that felt like a dull hammer striking the inside...
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