April 17, 2017
The Weight of the Net
I keep a small, rusted thimble in a ceramic bowl on my desk, a relic from my grandmother’s sewing kit. It is...
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April 16, 2017
The Weight of a Glance
I keep a small, rusted skeleton key in a velvet pouch, though I have no idea which door it once opened. It...
April 16, 2017
The Mirror of the Flood
I remember sitting by a creek in the Blue Mountains with an old geologist named Elias. He spent the afternoon tracing the...
