Reflections

February 2, 2016

I remember sitting on a rusted bench in a small town in the Hebrides, watching a loch that hadn’t been disturbed by...

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February 2, 2016

I remember a morning in a small village in the Peak District where the snow fell so thick it seemed to swallow...

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February 1, 2016

Why do we feel the need to measure our lives against things that do not breathe? We stand before mountains, those silent...

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