Reflections

March 3, 2019

We often mistake the city for its infrastructure—the concrete, the steel, the zoning laws that dictate where we sleep and where we...

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March 3, 2019

I keep a pressed sprig of lavender inside a heavy dictionary, its color long since surrendered to the pages. It is brittle...

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March 2, 2019

I keep a small, smooth stone in my desk drawer, worn down by the friction of my own thumb over many years....

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