Reflections

February 6, 2017

In the quiet hours of the afternoon, when the house settles into its own rhythm, I often find myself thinking about the...

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February 6, 2017

The smell of sun-baked wood always brings me back to the splintered floorboards of my childhood home. It is a dry, toasted...

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February 5, 2017

I once spent an afternoon watching an old man mend a net on the docks in Marseille. He didn’t look up once,...

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