Reflections

April 30, 2018

There is a specific geometry to the act of leaving. It begins in the stillness of the roots, a quiet gathering of...

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April 30, 2018

We are creatures of the threshold, forever standing on the edge of what has not yet arrived. There is a specific, hollow...

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April 30, 2018

There is a wild, unwritten language spoken by the soil when it is stirred by force. It is not the quiet language...

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