Reflections

February 23, 2015

At a certain altitude, the air thins until it feels like glass. You breathe differently. The lungs expand, searching for something that...

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February 23, 2015

There is a sacred quality to the hour when the day begins to surrender. It is not quite light, yet not fully...

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February 23, 2015

I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, pulling out old journals and dust-covered novels. I found a pressed flower inside...

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