Reflections

April 5, 2014

There is a specific temperature to the air just before the world decides to sleep, a thin, metallic sharpness that settles at...

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April 4, 2014

I spent this morning clearing out a drawer I haven’t touched in years. It was full of old receipts, dried-up pens, and...

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April 4, 2014

We carry our lives in bundles, slung across shoulders like the heavy, unread chapters of a book. There is a certain rhythm...

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