Reflections

July 19, 2017

There is a language spoken in the deep woods that requires no words. It is a language of stillness, where the rustle...

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July 19, 2017

The stick insect does not merely hide; it practices a profound form of self-erasure, aligning its own body with the rigid geometry...

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July 19, 2017

I stood on the balcony this morning, gripping my mug, and watched a single bird navigate a gust of wind. It dipped...

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