Reflections

December 5, 2016

The smell of brown sugar melting into butter is a ghost that lives in the back of my throat. It is a...

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December 5, 2016

I sat on a park bench this morning, watching two strangers share a newspaper. They didn’t say a word, just turned the...

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December 3, 2016

There is a specific silence that follows the departure of a songbird. It is not a true silence, but a sudden thinning...

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