Month: April 2016

April 18, 2016

I keep a small, rusted skeleton key in a velvet-lined box, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....

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April 18, 2016

I keep a small, smooth river stone on my desk, pulled from a creek bed during a summer that felt like it...

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April 18, 2016

I remember sitting on a pier in Cornwall with an old fisherman named Elias. The tide was pulling out, leaving behind a...

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