Reflections

August 9, 2016

There is a specific silence that belongs to the forest before the wind arrives. It is a waiting. We often mistake stillness...

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August 8, 2016

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

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August 8, 2016

I keep a small, tarnished silver thimble in a velvet-lined box, a relic from a grandmother I never truly knew. It is...

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