The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

Kenji Suzuki remembers the weight of the bone before he remembers the pain in his ribs. It was a Tuesday, the kind of grey, wet day that settles into the joints and stays there for a week, and I was walking the border of the temple grounds where the willows lock the canal in a tight, green grip. I held the withered bonsai in one hand, its roots scratching against my palm like a warning, and in...

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