The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream was always the same, a vast and borderless field of white wheat that stretched out into a horizon so flat it seemed to crush the sky, and I woke with the familiar, wet rattle of my own lungs, the first deep cough of the season tearing at the lining of my chest. I am forty-two years old, and for twenty of those years I have walked the sterile, fluorescent corridors of St. Jude’s...

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