Reflections

December 7, 2016

I missed my train this morning by a heartbeat. I stood on the platform, watching the red taillights vanish into the dark...

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December 6, 2016

I remember sitting on a porch in a small village outside of Dhaka, watching a weaver work. He didn’t look up as...

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December 6, 2016

We often mistake the start of a day for a simple turning of a page, but it is more like the slow,...

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