Reflections

September 1, 2015

I spent an hour this morning trying to find my keys, moving piles of mail and shifting cushions until I was breathless....

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August 31, 2015

The air in early spring has a sharp, metallic bite, like licking a frozen iron gate. It is a thin, biting cold...

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August 30, 2015

I was cleaning out my bookshelf this morning when I found a pressed flower inside an old journal. It was brittle, almost...

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