Reflections

December 21, 2016

I once spent an afternoon in a small village in Puglia watching an old man release his pigeons. They circled the terracotta...

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December 20, 2016

We measure time by the clock, but the body keeps a different record. It is written in the skin, in the way...

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December 19, 2016

I once sat in a small café in Istanbul with a man who had spent forty years working the docks. He didn’t...

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