May 23, 2017
The Weight of a Pause
I keep a small, rusted skeleton key in a velvet-lined box on my desk, though I have long since forgotten which door...
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Reflections
May 23, 2017
The Weight of Morning
I keep a small, smooth stone on my desk, pulled from the shoreline of a beach I visited when I was still...
May 23, 2017
Evidence of a Passing
I remember walking through the woods behind my grandfather’s house in Shropshire after the first heavy frost of the year. The ground...
