Reflections

June 30, 2018

I keep a pressed fern inside a heavy dictionary, its edges brittle as dried skin. It was plucked from a garden path...

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June 29, 2018

There is a specific quality to the light just after dawn, before the sun has climbed high enough to bleach the world...

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June 28, 2018

There is a quiet, rhythmic patience required to coax life from the soil. It is a slow conversation between the hand and...

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