Reflections

March 4, 2024

It is 3:14 am. The house is quiet, but the air feels heavy, as if it is holding its breath. We spend...

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March 4, 2024

The thread is long. The day is longer. We measure our lives in repetitions. The same motion, repeated until it becomes a...

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March 3, 2024

There is a specific, brittle quality to the air when the first snow settles over a landscape that has spent its life...

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