Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

the high glass roof of the potting shed streaked with clean, bright sunlight that caught the dust motes rising from the floor. The smell of the wet gravel outside was sharp and cold, but inside the sunroom of the house and the adjoining shed, the electric heater under the wooden bench kept the air thick, warm, and still.

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