August 1, 2017
Patience in the Green
I remember sitting by a creek in the Daintree with a guide named Elias. We spent three hours in total silence, waiting...
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Reflections
August 1, 2017
The Salt on the Tongue
The morning air in Zeeland tastes of cold iron and wet sand. It is a sharp, metallic bite that settles at the...
July 30, 2017
The Weight of a Feather
I keep a small, iridescent feather tucked inside the pages of a book I rarely open. It is a fragile thing, brittle...
