Reflections

May 23, 2024

The taste of late afternoon is always metallic, like copper coins pressed against the tongue, mixed with the dry, dusty scent of...

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May 22, 2024

Why do we mistake silence for an absence of life? We are conditioned to believe that existence is measured by the noise...

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May 22, 2024

When I was ten, my grandmother took me to the edge of the old quarry behind our village. She told me that...

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