June 7, 2014
The Weight of Quiet Earth
The smell of damp earth after a long rain is a heavy thing. It clings to the back of the throat, tasting...
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Reflections
June 6, 2014
The Weight of Small Hands
Why do we insist that childhood must be a season of waiting, a mere rehearsal for the gravity of adulthood? We imagine...
June 6, 2014
The Weight of Winter Breath
The air in mid-winter has a specific texture; it is sharp, like biting into a frozen apple, leaving a metallic tang on...
