August 14, 2014
The Grit of History
The smell of damp limestone always brings me back to the cellar of my childhood home, where the air felt heavy and...
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Reflections
August 12, 2014
The Weight of Falling
The trees do not mourn the loss of their leaves. They simply let go. There is a specific kind of honesty in...
August 12, 2014
When the World Goes Quiet
I remember standing on a ridge in the Blue Mountains just as a storm broke. The air was heavy, smelling of wet...
