Reflections

September 2, 2015

There is a particular grace in the fading of the day, especially when the sky does not burn with fire, but softens...

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September 2, 2015

There is a specific silence that follows a heavy rain, the kind that settles into the soil and holds its breath. I...

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September 2, 2015

There was a wooden swing in my grandmother’s garden that held the weight of three generations before the rope finally frayed and...

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