Reflections

August 10, 2024

When I was seven, my grandfather took me to the town square on a Tuesday evening. The bandstand was empty, stripped of...

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August 9, 2024

I remember a summer in the outskirts of Lisbon where the pavement turned to gravel and the city’s hum faded into the...

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August 8, 2024

When I was seven, my mother taught me how to hold a bird that had flown into our kitchen window. She told...

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