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You remember how the melancholy spread, like jam with double the fruit and half the sugar, like raindrops dissecting fogged windows, like the cold in your feet, in your hands, in your bones. You felt it rise, like the steam of a cup of tea, like the ocean in your throat, like the audience that slowly accepts an ending. And when it finally came home ( Read more... )

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