Reflections

June 5, 2015

There is a quiet, rhythmic persistence in the way the tide retreats, leaving behind the discarded armor of creatures we will never...

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June 5, 2015

I remember a street market in Jaipur where the air turned thick with powdered pigment. A man selling marigolds had his entire...

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June 4, 2015

We measure our lives by the rooms we inhabit. Some are vast, echoing with the sound of things we have not yet...

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