Reflections

July 31, 2014

If we were to look into a mirror that did not show our faces, but instead revealed the weight of our silence,...

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July 30, 2014

I remember a dusty patch of dirt behind a schoolhouse in Rajasthan where the local boys played a game that seemed to...

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July 30, 2014

To be young is to exist in a state of perpetual motion, a dandelion seed caught in a draft that refuses to...

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