Reflections

May 21, 2016

In the quiet hours of the afternoon, when the shadows begin to stretch their limbs across the floorboards, I often find myself...

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May 20, 2016

I spent this morning tracing the worn edges of an old map I found in a thrift store. It was covered in...

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May 19, 2016

To grow old is to become a landscape. The skin gathers the history of the sun, the wind, and the many seasons...

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