The Distant Garden
The feast is already over. You know this. You know it because the plates are stacked, the wine is dark and still in the decanter, and the silence is heavy. You are in the garden. No, you are in the room. The boundary is thin. You press your hand against the glass. It is cold. It is the year of the legend, but the legend is a job. You are a clerk. You sort the hours. Thomas is there. He sits by...
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