Reflections

September 14, 2016

I spent this morning sitting on my back porch, just watching a stray cat navigate the fence line. It stopped halfway, tucked...

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September 14, 2016

The first thing I remember is the sting of salt on a split lip, a sharp, metallic tang that bloomed like a...

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September 14, 2016

I keep a small, tarnished silver spoon in my kitchen drawer, its handle worn smooth by the hands of a grandmother I...

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