The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The golden wren sat on the fence post, its plumage catching the late afternoon sun in a way that seemed less like reflection and more like a wound opening, a bright, bleeding light that refused to look away from the decay of the yard. Margaret stood in the kitchen doorway, her hands still wet from washing the dishes, the water dripping from her fingertips in small, cold beads that fell onto the...

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