Reflections

December 18, 2015

There is a quiet, rhythmic persistence in the way certain creatures map the world. We often speak of migration as a grand,...

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December 18, 2015

The smell of damp earth always brings me back to the first frost, that sharp, metallic scent of a season turning its...

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December 17, 2015

I spent this morning trying to peel a stubborn label off a glass jar. My fingernails were sore, and the paper kept...

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