November 3, 2018
The Weight of Wet Wool
The smell of rain on hot earth is a heavy, metallic perfume that clings to the back of the throat. I remember...
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Reflections
November 3, 2018
The Architecture of Silence
There is a specific weight to a room that has forgotten the sound of a human voice. It is not merely empty;...
November 3, 2018
The Weight of Unspoken Questions
I spent twenty minutes at the post office today, just watching the woman in front of me. She kept shifting her weight,...
