December 14, 2014
The Salt on the Skin
The air in Venice tastes of wet stone and ancient, slow-moving salt. It clings to the back of your throat, a thick,...
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December 14, 2014
Stained by the Unspoken
The air tastes of chalk dust and sweet, crushed petals. It is a dry, gritty flavor that coats the back of the...
December 13, 2014
The Grace of Returning
There is a quiet dignity in the way things return to the earth. We often view the passing of time as a...
