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Harvest by Kristine Kathryn Rusch *1* _Time to plant tears,_ said the almanac, and so Kerry took the bucket she had carefully stored away at the back of the cupboard and went into the darkened bedroom. She took out each tear -- perfectly formed, perfectly remembered, perfectly stored --cupped her hand around it so that the light from the hallway wouldn't catch the drop, and gently, ever so gently, tucked each tear in the fertile heart of the sleeping child. *2* Steam beaded the wallpaper. Amanda shut off the burner and moved the whistling teakettle. The morning was cold and gray. She felt chilled even though it was the beginning of summer. She set a tea bag in the mug Daniel had given her for her thirtieth birthday, and poured the water. Steam rose, fogging her glasses. She took them off, leaving the world a blur of greens and grays, grabbed a towel, and wiped the lenses. When she put |
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