Reflections

November 28, 2016

I keep a small, silver thimble in my desk drawer, worn smooth by years of my grandmother’s thumb. It is a hollow...

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November 27, 2016

The smell of flour always reminds me of the kitchen floor in my childhood home—cool, smooth tiles against bare soles, and the...

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November 26, 2016

I once spent three days in a hide near the edge of a marsh, waiting for a bird that had no interest...

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