August 17, 2018
The Blur of Passing
We move through the world as if we are solid, as if our edges are defined and permanent. We believe we leave...
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Reflections
August 16, 2018
The Weight of Passing
I keep a small, rusted iron key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....
August 15, 2018
The Mycelium of the Hearth
When a forest floor is disturbed, the mycelium beneath the soil begins a silent, rapid expansion, knitting together the roots of disparate...
