Reflections

January 25, 2018

There is a particular kind of silence found in the middle of a crowd. It is not the absence of noise, but...

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January 24, 2018

I keep a small, tarnished brass key in a velvet-lined box, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....

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January 24, 2018

There is a profound grace in simply being. We often rush through the forest of our days, eyes fixed on the horizon,...

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