October 3, 2016
The Salt of Shared Breath
The air in the height of summer tastes like dust and crushed marigolds. It is a dry, gritty heat that clings to...
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Reflections
October 3, 2016
The Weight of an Open Palm
The air in the market tastes of crushed cumin and the sharp, metallic tang of old copper. I remember the feeling of...
October 3, 2016
The Architecture of Waiting
There is a quiet, almost stubborn dignity in the way a staircase waits. It is a structure designed for transition, a bridge...
