November 11, 2017
The Architecture of Silence
To grow old is to learn the language of the earth. We spend our youth reaching for the sky, frantic to touch...
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Reflections
November 11, 2017
The Quiet Visitor
I was weeding the garden this morning, frustrated by how quickly the wild grass creeps back in. I had my headphones on,...
November 10, 2017
The Dust of Distance
The air before a storm tastes like copper and dry, crushed stone. I remember the feeling of walking barefoot on a sun-baked...
