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71 Autumn in the Garden With Her Ghost She said Find me in the garden so I followed her wish to the end of the light. She was sitting like a woman who’s been sitting on a cold slab for many ages. Her hair was white and her hands were spotted in the way they were spotted when I was young. I said, “I’m afraid to let go of the world.” She lifted a black stone from the shallow pond and palmed it—You think that I’m asking for you to renounce it. I said, “I believe that beauty is power. Look how the ash tree catches the light; look at the jasmine.” I watched as she closed 72 her fist around the stone then opened it. A bright emptiness thrummed there. ...

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