Reflections

June 16, 2024

I keep a small, tarnished brass key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....

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June 16, 2024

There is a particular kind of silence that only exists where the land decides to dissolve into the sea. I remember walking...

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June 15, 2024

When I was seven, my uncle took me to the docks in Port Harcourt to watch the gulls. I remember being struck...

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