Reflections

December 20, 2017

There is a specific kind of silence that tastes like cold metal—the metallic tang of a held breath before a plunge. I...

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December 19, 2017

We often mistake the passage of time for a thief, believing it steals the vibrancy of our youth like autumn wind stripping...

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December 18, 2017

The smell of dry earth after a long drought is a specific kind of hunger. It is the scent of stone that...

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