Reflections

May 22, 2024

I often find myself wandering the periphery of the city, where the pavement finally gives way to the wild, unkempt edges of...

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May 22, 2024

I remember sitting on a rusted gate in a field outside of Oakhill, watching an old farmer named Elias lead his mare...

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May 20, 2024

The smell of damp earth after a long rain always brings me back to the feeling of cold silk against my skin....

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