July 27, 2017
The Weight of the Market
The smell of damp feathers and earth always pulls me back to a morning I cannot quite place, where the air felt...
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Reflections
July 27, 2017
The City After Hours
We often mistake the city for its peak performance—the rush of the commute, the commerce of the midday, the relentless noise of...
July 25, 2017
The Weight of a Feather
The air in the high branches tastes of damp moss and the sharp, metallic tang of coming rain. I remember the feeling...
