The Distant Summer

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2026-08-21 18:58:23 -

The dream is always of the bread, that impossible, dense loaf of rye and caraway that sits on the stone table in the center of the empty hall, and the dream is always of the biting, that slow, deliberate tearing of the crust that releases a cloud of salt and smoke, and I am standing there, not as I am now, but as I was then, with the skin of my hands pulled tight over the bones and the eyes...

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