The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

I dreamt of a hand, pale and trembling, holding a shard of glass that was not glass but bone, a fragment of my own radius that had broken years ago in the frozen yards of the base, a piece of self that I had never fully set, never fully healed, and yet I held it up to the light with the reverence one might show a saint’s relic, watching the jagged edges catch the sun, slicing the air into...

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