Reflections

February 24, 2024

The memory of cold water is never just a temperature; it is a sudden, sharp constriction in the chest, a tightening of...

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February 24, 2024

There is a specific sharpness to the morning air that tastes of dry earth and cold stone. It is a flavor that...

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February 24, 2024

I keep a small, smooth stone on my desk, worn down by years of river water until it feels like a secret...

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