February 2, 2016
The Quiet Edge of Belonging
I once sat on a wooden jetty in a small village in the Lake District, watching a single swan drift away from...
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Reflections
February 2, 2016
The Quiet After the Chill
I woke up this morning to a house that felt unusually still. The heater was humming, but outside, the world seemed to...
February 2, 2016
The Silence of Cold Wool
The air tastes like iron and wet wool. It is a sharp, clean flavor that settles at the back of the throat,...
