Reflections

September 11, 2018

In the heat of a high noon, the world loses its edges. Everything becomes bleached, scrubbed clean by a sun that demands...

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September 11, 2018

The smell of sun-warmed cotton always brings me back to the feeling of a rough hem against my palms. It is a...

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September 11, 2018

I spent this morning trying to find a specific book I haven’t touched in years. While digging through the bottom shelf, I...

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