June 4, 2016
The Weight of the Afternoon
I remember a man named Elias who worked the night shift at a bakery in Marseille. He told me once that sleep...
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Reflections
June 4, 2016
The Weight of a Hand
I was walking through the grocery store this morning when I saw a toddler drop his toy. He didn’t scream or throw...
June 3, 2016
The Grit of Stillness
The taste of fine, dry earth is a memory I keep on the back of my tongue, a metallic tang that arrives...
