October 10, 2014
The Weight of Breath
We begin in a state of total surrender. Before the world asks for our names, before the wind turns sharp or the...
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Reflections
October 10, 2014
The View Through the Gate
I remember sitting on a rusted bench in Marseille, watching a group of teenagers play cards near the docks. Between us and...
October 9, 2014
The Weight of Still Water
The smell of wet river stones always brings me back to the feeling of cold mud between my toes. It is a...
