Reflections

November 20, 2016

I once sat on a wooden pier in Cornwall with an old fisherman named Elias. He spent the better part of an...

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November 18, 2016

I keep a small, frayed silk ribbon in the back of my desk drawer, the kind used to tie back hair during...

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November 18, 2016

Summer in the south is a different kind of burden. It is not the white, silent pressure of the north, but a...

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