July 4, 2015
The Weight of Gravity
I remember the creak of the old iron swing set in my grandmother’s garden, the way the metal groaned under the sudden,...
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Reflections
July 3, 2015
The Patience of Dust
To exist in a place where water is a memory is to learn the language of endurance. We often mistake stillness for...
July 2, 2015
The Architecture of Sustenance
In the quiet hours of the morning, before the kettle whistles or the house begins its rhythmic creaking, there is a profound...
