March 16, 2014
The River That Does Not Speak
The water moves, but the sound is muffled. It is as if the air itself has grown heavy, thick with the weight...
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Reflections
March 16, 2014
The Weight of the Hammer
If we are the sum of our actions, what remains of us when the tools are finally set down? We often mistake...
March 16, 2014
The Weight of Weathered Things
I remember an old shed in my grandfather’s garden that smelled perpetually of damp earth and rusted iron. He used to say...
