November 7, 2014
The Weight of a Secret
The smell of old paper always brings me back to the attic of my childhood home. It is a dry, vanilla-sweet scent,...
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November 7, 2014
The Cold Breath of Space
The air at midnight has a specific texture, like thin silk pulled tight against the skin. It tastes of dry stone and...
November 7, 2014
The Quiet Pulse of Green
There is a rhythm to the forest that only reveals itself when we stop trying to be seen. To enter the woods...
