The Golden Greenhouse

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March 14, 1998 The glass does not show me. It shows a man who is thirty years old, with hair that has not yet gone gray at the temples and eyes that have not yet learned to look away from things that hurt. He stands in the reflection, perfectly still, while I pace the length of the Golden Greenhouse, the air thick with the scent of overripe tomatoes and the metallic tang of my own fear. My...

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