The Golden Downtown
The ceramic bowl sat on the kitchen counter, a perfect, unblemished circle of glaze that caught the morning light and held it there, trembling like a trapped spirit. I watched it for a long time, my hands resting on the edge of the table, feeling the cool grain of the wood beneath my palms. It was a beautiful thing, really, the kind of object that felt heavy with history, even though it had...
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