The Apricot Trees of Meknès
A short story.
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. The morning light fell across the tiled floor as it always did, and she stood for a moment in the doorway as if remembering some instruction she had been given long ago.
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The drawer had not been opened in years. She knew this the way one knows the weather in a house one has lived in — by the stillness of the dust, by the way the wood had swelled in one season and shrunk in another.
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Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. She touched the small brass handle. It was cold, and she was surprised by how much she had expected it to be warm.
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Outside, the garden had begun its slow indifferent work of forgetting. A bird landed briefly on the low wall, considered the house, and moved on. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet.
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