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First published March 1, 2020
But the more he picked, the more he had to pick, as if he wasn't getting anywhere. There were branches behind branches, bolls behind bolls, and husks and sticks stuck him from every direction. Cotton wasn't all soft, like how a rose wasn't all rose.
He stepped away from the stall to throw light into the next stall before passing on to the next, until he'd found Strawberry's flank and touched him with his palm. "Strawberry," he said, stroking him until Strawberry nickered. "Strawberry," he said again, and that soothed Bass too. "Strawberry." Close to a whisper now. He hugged the sorrel's neck, and a run of wax gathered in the crook of his thumb.