Reflections

June 30, 2016

I remember sitting on a stone bench in a courtyard in Kyoto, watching a group of school children rush past in a...

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June 30, 2016

There is a quiet language that exists before words are ever spoken. It is found in the way a hand reaches out,...

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June 30, 2016

We build to forget the ground. There is a hunger in the vertical, a desire to scrape the belly of the sky...

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