Reflections

May 7, 2015

I was chopping vegetables for dinner tonight when I stopped, knife hovering over the cutting board. I had been rushing, trying to...

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May 7, 2015

In the backstreets of Granada, I once met an old stonemason named Elias who spent his afternoons tracing patterns in the dust...

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May 6, 2015

I remember sitting in a diner in Osaka at three in the morning, watching the rain smear the neon signs into long,...

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