Reflections

February 16, 2018

There is a specific grit to old metal that stays under your fingernails long after you have pulled your hand away. It...

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February 16, 2018

There is a specific kind of silence that belongs only to the woods. It is not an absence of sound, but a...

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February 16, 2018

We often mistake the night for an absence, a hollow space where the world simply ceases to be. But the dark is...

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