Reflections

November 29, 2013

I was walking through the park this morning when a stray cat stopped dead in its tracks. It didn’t run. It didn’t...

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November 29, 2013

There is a quiet gravity to the things we consume. We sit at a table, the wood worn smooth by years of...

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November 28, 2013

The air at the edge of the day tastes of brine and cooling stone. It is a thick, humid weight that clings...

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