The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The weight of the pen in my hand was a dead thing, a lead cylinder that had lost its buoyancy in the thick air of the Alpine clinic, and I stared at the page where the word *guttural* had been replaced by *glottal* while I was not looking, the ink still wet and trembling as if the paper itself were shivering under the strain of the correction. It is March fourteenth, and I have three days...

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