Reflections

September 23, 2013

Everything eventually returns to the earth. We build structures, we drive stakes into the sand, we believe in the permanence of our...

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September 23, 2013

The air in mid-July has a thick, golden texture, like honey poured over sun-baked stone. I remember the feeling of a wooden...

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September 22, 2013

The air tastes of chalk and crushed petals, a dry, sweet grit that settles on the back of the throat. I remember...

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