Reflections

February 12, 2017

There is a quiet, rhythmic persistence to the way water meets the shore. It does not ask for permission; it simply arrives,...

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February 10, 2017

I remember a fisherman in a small village near the coast who told me that the water never asks for anything in...

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February 10, 2017

I met an old man in a village near the mountains who spent his afternoons playing a bamboo flute that looked as...

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