Month: March 2017

March 17, 2017

We often mistake the city for a collection of buildings, but it is more accurately a collection of appetites. Every café, every...

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March 17, 2017

The smell of rain on hot pavement always brings me back to the feeling of crushed silk between my thumb and forefinger....

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March 17, 2017

I keep a small, rusted key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened. It...

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