The street sweeper uses a broom made of dried lavender,brushing away the heavy shadows of the afternoon.A fox with a brass lantern tied to his tail leads us to the cellar,where jars of preserved starlight line the wooden shelves.We pour two cups of warm dandelion broth,and watch the rain fall upward into the dark.
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