Reflections

December 3, 2018

I keep a small, rusted skeleton key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....

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December 2, 2018

I remember sitting on a porch in Kerala during the monsoon, watching a single bead of water navigate the surface of a...

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December 2, 2018

I remember a morning in the Punjab, years ago, when the mist was so thick it felt like walking through wet wool....

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