Reflections

January 2, 2017

I was waiting for the bus this morning, watching a young boy on the sidewalk. He was playing with a loose thread...

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January 1, 2017

We walk past the edges of things. We look, but we do not see. There is a distance we maintain, a thin...

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January 1, 2017

I keep a small, rusted key in a velvet-lined box, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened. It...

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