The Roots in Darkness
The porch was still. Night insects stitched the dark with a small, steady chorus. Emil rocked his cup of tea, watching the garden’s silhouette beyond the fence—stems bowed from the day’s wind, leaves still speckled with rain. Grandfather poured another cup and set it on the tray. “You’re quieter than usual,” he said. Emil blew […]
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