Reflections

March 9, 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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March 9, 2016

I remember sitting on a stone wall in the Scottish Highlands, watching a herd of sheep move across a hillside. It was...

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March 8, 2016

To be seen is a burden. We spend our lives carving out spaces, marking the earth with our presence, shouting into the...

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