September 16, 2018
The Grit of Yesterday
The smell of wet limestone always pulls me back to the cellar of my childhood home, where the air felt thick and...
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Reflections
September 16, 2018
The Weight of Red
In the quiet corners of old cities, color often acts as a tether. We walk past walls and windows, our eyes skimming...
September 15, 2018
The Weight of Remaining
In the quiet corners of a city, there are structures that seem to hold their breath while the world rushes past. We...
