Reflections

June 8, 2018

I keep a pressed blue flower inside the pages of a dictionary, its petals now so thin they are translucent, like the...

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June 8, 2018

I keep a small, wooden mortar and pestle that belonged to my grandmother, its surface worn smooth and darkened by decades of...

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June 8, 2018

When a seed is carried by the wind to a new watershed, it does not immediately take hold. It must first endure...

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