The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The jar sits on the table. It is glass. It is blue. You are a soldier. You are home. The silence in the kitchen is thick. It has weight. It presses against your eardrums. You have not slept. Your eyes burn. The light from the window is pale. It is the light of a dying winter. Your hand hovers over the jar. You remember the day it was made. You remember the heat. The sand. The furnace. You...

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