The Golden Circuit
March 12 I am holding the prescription pad you tore from my pocket this morning, the paper still warm from the friction of your fingers, and I am trying to decide if I should throw it away or burn it, because the way you look at the copper wire on the workbench is the same way you used to look at the horizon before we left the farm, a look that suggests you are seeing something I am not,...
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