The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain on the bus windows is not falling; it is being pulled upward, a slow, viscous climb toward the roof, as if the world is holding its breath and waiting for the pressure to break. You are seated in the back row, your knees pressed against the seat in front of you, your hands resting on a thermos that is not cold, not warm, but a constant, pulsing temperature that matches the beat of your...

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