April 13, 2015
The Ink of Yesterday
Why do we feel the need to hold the world in our hands before we have even tasted the morning air? We...
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Reflections
April 13, 2015
The Weight of Echoes
Stone does not forget. We walk through corridors built by hands long turned to dust, our own footsteps sounding thin and temporary...
April 12, 2015
The Sky’s Long Breath
The horizon is a seam where the earth tries to stitch itself to the heavens, a place where colors go to dissolve...
