Reflections

December 22, 2016

There is a language spoken by things that have been touched by a thousand hands. It is a slow, metallic prayer, a...

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December 22, 2016

I spent an hour this morning watching a stray cat navigate the fence in my backyard. It moved with such deliberate, quiet...

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December 21, 2016

I spent this morning trying to scrub a stubborn coffee stain off my kitchen counter. It felt like a small, losing battle...

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