The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dream was not of gold, but of dust, a fine, yellow silt that settled on the cracked lid of my mother’s grave until the soil itself seemed to breathe with the weight of it. I woke with my hands clenched around the porcelain vase, the cold ceramic biting into my palms, the fracture line running through its white belly like a scar I had inflicted upon myself in a fit of rage twenty years ago....

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