The Distant Garden

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2026-08-22 09:32:42 -

The rain had not stopped for forty days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the asphalt of the municipal complex into a slick, reflective mirror where the shadows of the willow trees stretched and contracted with a rhythm that felt less like wind and more like a slow, arthritic breathing. I stood at the edge of the terrace, my fingers wrapped tightly around the ceramic mug of lukewarm tea,...

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