Reflections

November 24, 2018

We often mistake the accumulation of things for the accumulation of life. We build walls, we gather, we measure our days by...

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November 24, 2018

I remember a summer in a small village outside of Lucca where the local boys played football with a bundle of rags...

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November 24, 2018

There is a specific, heavy stillness that arrives just before the clouds break, when the air turns the colour of wet slate...

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