The Distant Summer

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The river water had a taste of iron and old rust, and I could still feel it in my teeth three days later. I am Ofelia Guzmán, thirty-two years old, and I have spent the last week trying to remember the exact moment the red wool scarf stopped being an object and started being a weight. It was not a heavy thing, technically. Just a strip of crimson yarn, tangled in the mud at the riverbank, warm...

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