The Distant Summer

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The jar sits on the dashboard. It is a Mason jar, the kind used for preserving peaches in August. Inside, the liquid has turned a murky, amber brown. It is not honey. It is not syrup. It smells of wet wool and old pennies. You do not know who put it there. You do not know why you are driving. The windshield wipers beat a steady, mechanical rhythm against the rain. The road stretches out into...

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