September 20, 2015
The Map of Years
We measure time in clocks, but the body keeps a different count. It is written in the skin, in the way the...
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Reflections
September 19, 2015
The Velvet Pulse
The scent of damp earth clings to my skin long after the rain has stopped, a heavy, mineral sweetness that settles deep...
September 19, 2015
The First Breath of Day
I remember sitting on a stone wall in a village outside of Lucca, waiting for the sun to clear the ridge. An...
