Reflections

May 15, 2015

There is a particular kind of silence that belongs only to the edges of the world, where the water meets the reeds...

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May 14, 2015

I remember sitting on a low stone wall in a village in the high mountains, watching an old man meticulously sweep dust...

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May 14, 2015

There is a rhythm to the wild that only reveals itself to those who have learned the art of waiting. We often...

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