Reflections

January 12, 2024

There is a language that exists entirely without sound. It is the language of the small and the fleeting, spoken in the...

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January 12, 2024

The smell of rain on wool is a heavy, grounding scent. It is the smell of a sweater that has spent too...

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January 11, 2024

We often mistake the city for its steel and glass, forgetting that the true history of a place is written in its...

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