August 18, 2015
Where Shadows Find Their Rest
Why do we fear the coming of the dark, as if the sun were a promise that could be broken? We spend...
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Reflections
August 17, 2015
Salt on the Tongue
The air before a storm tastes of wet iron and crushed green stems. It is a thick, humid weight that clings to...
August 17, 2015
The Weight of Unburdened Time
There is a specific silence that belongs only to the very young, before the world has finished carving its expectations into their...
