Reflections

August 25, 2024

I often find myself thinking about the places we pass through but never truly inhabit. There is a specific, hollow ache to...

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August 25, 2024

There is a particular stillness that arrives just before the first frost, when the air loses its humidity and becomes thin, sharp,...

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August 25, 2024

There is a specific silence that belongs only to the hour before the sun fully claims the pavement. It is a fragile,...

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