The Wistful Voyage

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The tea was cold. It had been cold for hours. I sat by the window, watching the rain strip the leaves from the oak tree in the yard. The water ran in dark ribbons down the glass. I did not look away. I could not. The cup in my hands was empty. I had forgotten to drink. Or perhaps I had forgotten how. The silence in the room was thick. It pressed against my eardrums. It was a physical weight. My...

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