Reflections

June 13, 2015

I remember walking through the old quarter of a city I hadn’t visited in a decade. The streets were narrower than I...

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June 12, 2015

To age is to become a map of the seasons. Each line etched into the skin is a record of a sun...

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June 12, 2015

We often mistake stillness for an absence, as if a room emptied of voices becomes a hollow thing. But silence has a...

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