Reflections

August 17, 2016

The smell of hot asphalt after a sudden rain always brings me back to the feeling of being small, tucked away in...

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August 17, 2016

There is a language spoken by the earth that requires no words, only the willingness to listen. We often walk through the...

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August 16, 2016

Why do we assume that to be observed is to be understood? We move through the world carrying our own private colors,...

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