March 9, 2015
The Sticky Residue of Joy
I remember a summer in a small coastal town where the heat was so thick it felt like a physical weight on...
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Reflections
March 9, 2015
Salt on the Skin
The air before a storm tastes of iron and wet stone. I remember standing on a shoreline where the wind felt like...
March 8, 2015
The Resistance of Wood
The sea does not negotiate. It arrives with a weight that ignores the shore, carving lines into the earth that were never...
