Reflections

September 8, 2016

There is a quiet physics to the way a group moves across a surface. When we watch a gathering of creatures, we...

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September 8, 2016

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

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September 7, 2016

I remember sitting on a rusted bench in a train station in Lyon, watching a boy no older than six. He was...

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