Reflections

January 7, 2016

Why do we feel a sudden, quiet ache when we look upon a field that has already given its life to the...

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January 7, 2016

There is a quiet, rhythmic violence to the way we provide for ourselves. We often speak of the harvest as a golden,...

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January 7, 2016

In the quiet corners of old libraries, there is a scent that never truly fades—the dry, vanilla-sweet decay of paper that has...

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