Reflections

January 8, 2018

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

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January 8, 2018

I remember sitting on a wooden jetty in the Sundarbans, watching a boatman named Rafiq mend his nets. He didn’t look up...

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January 8, 2018

There was a wooden dock at the edge of the lake where my father used to stand, his hand resting on the...

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