The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The dream is of a factory. Not a factory of cars or shoes, but of petals. You are there. You are a worker on the floor. The air is thick with the scent of crushed rose and machine oil. It smells sweet and rotten. You are sorting the petals. You pick them up. You inspect them. You discard the bruised ones. You keep the perfect ones. The line moves. It never stops. You wake up in a small...

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