Reflections

June 30, 2016

In the quiet hours before the heat rises, there is a particular stillness that settles over the tall grasses. It is a...

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June 30, 2016

I keep a small, dried feather inside the pages of a book of poetry I haven’t opened in years. It is a...

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June 28, 2016

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

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