Reflections

May 11, 2018

There is a specific, thin quality to the light just before a storm breaks, when the air turns a bruised, metallic silver...

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May 9, 2018

I remember sitting in a small cafe near the Rialto bridge at three in the morning, watching the tide creep over the...

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May 9, 2018

There is a particular stillness that belongs only to the young, a state of being where the world has not yet asked...

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