July 19, 2015
Breath Against the Skin
The air at high altitude has a specific, thin sharpness. It tastes of cold stone and damp moss, a flavor that settles...
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Reflections
July 19, 2015
The Weight of the Watch
I once sat on a pier in Cornwall next to an old man who spent his afternoons staring at the grey churn...
July 18, 2015
The Weight of Quiet
I was standing in the grocery store aisle this morning, staring at a shelf of canned goods, when I realized I had...
