Reflections

May 14, 2015

The air at this altitude tastes thin, like cold water sipped from a rusted tin cup. It carries the sharp, clean scent...

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May 14, 2015

The ground is never truly solid. We walk upon a thin skin, forgetting the heat that churns beneath our heels. In the...

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May 14, 2015

We spend our lives waiting for the storm, bracing against the wind, forgetting that the smallest things are the ones that hold...

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