October 12, 2017
The Weight of Stone
I keep a small, smooth river stone on my desk, worn perfectly round by a current I will never see. It is...
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October 12, 2017
The Weight of a Passing Shadow
I keep a small, rusted skeleton key in the bottom drawer of my desk, one that no longer fits any lock in...
October 12, 2017
The Cool Breath of Stone
The smell of old stone is not really a smell at all; it is the scent of deep time, of earth that...
