December 13, 2016
The Weight of White
We paint to hide the passage of time. A layer of lime, a fresh skin over the old stone, and for a...
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December 13, 2016
The Weight of a Breath
To be small is to be constantly aware of the wind. In the forest, silence is not the absence of sound, but...
December 12, 2016
The Architecture of Summer
Summer has a way of ripening the spirit until it is heavy, like fruit bowed low by the weight of its own...
