January 25, 2024
The Sharp Edge of Winter
The air tastes of iron and wet wool. It is a thin, biting cold that settles deep into the marrow, the kind...
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Reflections
January 25, 2024
The Velocity of Belonging
There is a particular hum that rises from the asphalt when the city decides to move in unison. It is not the...
January 24, 2024
The Crispness of Waiting
The smell of a cold apple is the smell of autumn before it has even arrived. It is a sharp, clean scent...