May 14, 2019
The Weight of Morning
I keep a small, smooth river stone on my desk, worn down by years of being turned over in my palm. It...
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Reflections
May 14, 2019
The Hour Before the World
I remember sitting on a wooden jetty in a small village outside of Luang Prabang, waiting for the mist to lift off...
May 14, 2019
The Weight of Salt and Dust
There is a specific grit that settles into the creases of the palms when you have spent the morning hauling things that...
