August 7, 2017
The Shape of Absence
We leave pieces of ourselves in the things we touch, like a ghost of a footprint pressed into the mud or the...
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Reflections
August 7, 2017
The Weight of Water
I keep a small, rusted iron key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....
August 6, 2017
The Threshold of Knowing
I keep a small, rusted skeleton key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....
