Reflections

July 9, 2024

There is a specific, brittle clarity that arrives in late October, just before the first frost settles into the soil. It is...

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July 8, 2024

My grandmother kept a small, velvet-lined box in her pantry that she only opened on rainy Tuesdays. Inside were not jewels, but...

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July 8, 2024

I remember sitting on a wooden bench in a park in Kyoto, watching a small bird settle into the dry leaves beneath...

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