Reflections

February 24, 2015

I remember sitting in a small workshop in Fez, watching an old man pull a needle through heavy linen. He didn’t speak...

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February 24, 2015

In the quiet hours of the late afternoon, the world seems to hold its breath, as if waiting for the sun to...

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February 23, 2015

In the high, thin air of the mountains, silence is not merely the absence of noise; it is a weight. It settles...

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