Reflections

July 19, 2017

I keep a small, wooden bowl in my kitchen that has lost its varnish to decades of use. It is scarred by...

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July 19, 2017

Winter strips the forest to its skeleton. There is no hiding in the branches when the leaves have fallen, yet life persists...

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July 18, 2017

Can stone truly hold the memory of a voice, or are we merely projecting our own longing onto the silence of the...

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