Reflections

March 3, 2018

Winter is a patient teacher. It strips the world down to its bones, removing the clutter of green and the noise of...

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March 3, 2018

I keep a small, rusted iron key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....

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March 2, 2018

The smell of dry earth after a long, parched afternoon is a scent that clings to the back of the throat. It...

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