The Pale Bonsai
The letter sat on the workbench, its envelope already torn open by the wind that whistled through the cracked sash window. I did not look at it. I looked at the juniper. The pale wood of the *Juniperus chinensis* 'Shimpaku' caught the grey light of the afternoon, its bark peeling in thin, paper-like strips that smelled of resin and old rain. My shears clicked, a sharp, metallic sound that cut...
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