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In January the apricot tree is a cloud of splinters she is drawn to, pushing her wheelchair under the branches to have a smoke. This morning the sky is brittle, like a letter unfolded from a shoe box. I drag the lawn chair over the muddy grass as if I were dragging my deepest regret. This morning space is a bright, restraining ...