Reflections

April 9, 2017

I remember walking the old rail line behind my grandfather’s house in late October. The steel was cold, humming with a vibration...

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April 9, 2017

There is a rhythm to the turning of the seasons that we often overlook in our haste to arrive at the next...

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April 9, 2017

The air in the heat of the afternoon tastes of iron and dry earth, a fine grit that settles on the back...

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