Reflections

January 17, 2018

We are all collectors of small, tangible histories. We gather the threads of where we have been, knotting them into patterns that...

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January 17, 2018

I spent this morning watching a heavy rain cloud drift past my window. It was so massive, so full of water, that...

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January 16, 2018

There is a specific silence that follows the wilting of a garden. It is not the silence of a room where someone...

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