Reflections

August 23, 2015

There is a specific silence that follows the spring. It is not the silence of winter, which is heavy and expectant, but...

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August 22, 2015

There is a rhythm to the earth that only reveals itself when we stop our own internal noise. We spend so much...

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August 22, 2015

There is a specific, dry tickle that happens when you press your face into the velvet of a moth-eaten curtain. It smells...

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