Reflections

October 25, 2016

The taste of salt is never just salt; it is the memory of a sea breeze clinging to the back of the...

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October 25, 2016

I keep a small, rusted key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened. It...

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October 24, 2016

How much of a person is defined by what we cannot see? We spend our lives trying to illuminate the entirety of...

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