Reflections

July 13, 2017

I remember sitting in a small tea shop in Kyoto, watching an elderly man fold his napkin with the kind of precision...

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July 12, 2017

I keep a wool mitten in the back of my cedar chest, the thumb worn thin from years of gripping a sled...

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July 10, 2017

We build to outlast the winter. We stack stone upon stone, believing that if we make the walls high enough, the wind...

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