Reflections

November 7, 2018

There is a particular kind of alchemy in the way a person carries their own weather. We are often taught that joy...

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November 6, 2018

I keep a small, rusted iron key in the bottom drawer of my desk, one that no longer fits any lock in...

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November 5, 2018

I remember sitting in a dusty courtyard in Marrakech, watching two boys argue over a marble. They weren’t fighting about the value...

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