Author: Light & Composition Team

September 3, 2011

The air before a storm tastes like wet slate and ozone, a metallic tang that settles on the back of the tongue....

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September 3, 2011

The smell of old stone always pulls me back to the earth, a cool, damp scent that clings to the back of...

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September 3, 2011

There is a specific weight to childhood that has nothing to do with the earth. It is a buoyancy, a refusal to...

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