Reflections

December 12, 2018

I remember a boy named Elias I met in the high pastures of the Pyrenees. He couldn’t have been more than ten,...

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December 12, 2018

In the quiet corners of a workshop, there is a specific gravity to tools that have been crafted for a purpose beyond...

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December 12, 2018

There is a specific, heavy stillness to the light on a humid afternoon when the sun hits stone. It is not the...

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