Miriam Found a Reflection in a Mirror That Ended Her Marriage

My fingers were stained with black dirt, the grit settling under my fingernails as I worked my way down the row.

By noon, the soil was turned, and the empty paper bag lay folded on the workbench inside the shed.

I washed my hands at the kitchen sink, watching the dark water swirl down the drain, leaving my skin clean and raw.

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