May 22, 2017
The Salt on Skin
The taste of summer is always salt. It settles on the back of the throat, a dry, stinging reminder of the ocean’s...
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Reflections
May 22, 2017
The Weight of the Watchful
I keep a small, tarnished brass key in a velvet-lined box, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....
May 22, 2017
The Road That Remains
We are always moving toward something. A destination, a border, a change in the weather. We pack our bags and we leave,...
