May 9, 2024
The Echo of Cobblestones
The smell of damp stone always brings me back to the feeling of cold iron railings under my palms. It is a...
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May 9, 2024
The Weight of Salt and Sand
I keep a small, smooth stone in my desk drawer, pulled from the shoreline of a beach I haven’t visited in twenty...
May 9, 2024
The Edge of Everything
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am sitting here with the realization that we spend our...