Reflections

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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August 24, 2024

Seneca once remarked that it is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, who is poor....

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August 24, 2024

I keep a linen handkerchief in my drawer, stained with the faint, yellowed ghost of a tea spill from thirty years ago....

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