March 25, 2018
The Weight of the Watch
I once spent three hours sitting on a rusted tractor in a field in Suffolk, waiting for a barn owl that never...
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Reflections
March 24, 2018
The Weaving of Time
There is a quiet dignity in the act of mending. We live in a world that often rushes toward the new, discarding...
March 24, 2018
The Salt on the Skin
The smell of damp stone always brings me back to the basement of my childhood home, where the walls wept with the...
