Reflections

April 6, 2026

I was standing in the back of a crowded subway car this morning, squeezed between a stranger’s backpack and the sliding doors....

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April 6, 2026

When I was seven, my grandfather kept a heavy, rusted iron key on a hook by the back door. He told me...

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April 6, 2026

The smell of hot pavement after a sudden summer rain is a scent that clings to the back of the throat, metallic...

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