May 28, 2018
The Salt of Stillness
The air near the water always tastes of grit and ancient, drying salt. It clings to the back of the throat, a...
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Reflections
May 27, 2018
The Weight of Gold
There is a specific silence that follows the departure of a morning visitor. It is not the silence of an empty room,...
May 27, 2018
The Rhythm of the Crowd
I remember sitting on a low stone wall in a market in Oaxaca, watching a group of women move through the crush...
