Reflections

October 9, 2017

I remember sitting on a rusted bench in Penzance, watching an old fisherman mend his nets. He told me that the hardest...

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October 9, 2017

I burned my tongue on a spoonful of soup this afternoon. It was one of those rainy Tuesdays where the house feels...

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October 8, 2017

There is a silence that precedes movement. It is not the absence of sound, but the gathering of breath before the lungs...

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