Reflections

April 8, 2017

The air before a storm has a specific weight, a thick, metallic velvet that presses against the skin. I remember the smell...

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April 8, 2017

Can we ever truly see something new without measuring it against the ghosts of what we already know? We spend our lives...

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April 7, 2017

There is a quiet grace in the act of stopping. We move through our days with such haste that we often forget...

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