June 7, 2024
The Weight of Morning
I keep a small, rusted iron key in a velvet pouch, though I have long forgotten which door it once opened. It...
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Reflections
June 6, 2024
The Weight of Open Space
When I was seven, my mother took me to the edge of the salt marshes near the coast. I remember the mud...
June 6, 2024
The Quiet Version of Me
I spent this morning trying to find a pair of earrings I lost weeks ago. I ended up pulling everything out of...
