Reflections

March 6, 2014

Winter is a patient architect. It arrives without a sound, wrapping the world in a brittle, transparent skin that turns the familiar...

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March 6, 2014

The frost does not ask for permission. It arrives in the night, a silent thief that coats the world in a brittle,...

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March 6, 2014

Why do we build monuments to things that were never meant to last? We stack stone upon stone, convinced that by hardening...

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