Reflections

November 5, 2018

There is a specific density to the air just before a storm, a heavy, velvet stillness that seems to swallow the edges...

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November 4, 2018

I was walking home through the park this morning when I saw a toddler drop his ice cream cone. I braced myself...

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November 4, 2018

I remember a dusty afternoon in a village outside of Jaipur where the air felt thick enough to hold onto. A group...

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