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Amber.
Amber like rum and pirates and theft; theft like denied insurance claims.
Insurance claims raised like false hope, then buried like dead—
Amber. Like rum, seen blearily through an embossed drinking glass holding it all together. Holding it all together, like Maggie still at work. Still in his and her's and their—
Home.
Amber, like rum on Nate's tongue. Amber, like a bloodsucking mosquito preserved in fossilized tree resin. Preservation, like embalming fluids holding together—
Rum. Like thievery and hope and home and oh so narrowly holding it together. Like sailing origami paper cranes downcurrent on rivers of gold.