By Grady Chambers
After we separated, I walked in the mornings
through that new part of the city, its streets named
for precious stones. I could never remember if Jade
came before Ruby, whether Garnet Street
preceded Opal. The winter was like that: turning into the wrong...
through that new part of the city, its streets named
for precious stones. I could never remember if Jade
came before Ruby, whether Garnet Street
preceded Opal. The winter was like that: turning into the wrong...