The Wistful Incense

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I am looking back at the time the smoke took our names, which is harder to explain than the fire that took the house. We lived in a place that felt like the last streetcar suburb of a dream, a Donegal fishing town where the buildings leaned toward the water as if listening for a signal that never came. The sky was always white, a flat, shadowless sheet that made the world look like a photograph...

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