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A Field of Repeating Clocks

The meadow didn't look unusual from the road. But the clocks in town always lost three minutes a year, and the discrepancy came from here.

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She entered at noon. By the time she crossed twenty meters, it was 1988. A radio played six gardens away. She had been eight years old that summer and she had been happy.

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She sat beside the radio and let it play. The exact song came on — the one she had danced to in her kitchen that August,…

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She ran from one time zone to the next, faster and faster, trying to disorient the field. The meadow absorbed her attemp…

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She moved through the meadow methodically, checking her phone. 2019. 2003. 2031. Each patch its own weather, its own sme…

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