Reflections

September 3, 2013

I walked home late last night, the kind of late where the city finally stops shouting and starts to hum. My keys...

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September 3, 2013

There is a quiet wisdom in the way the desert shifts. It does not hurry, even when the winds are strong; it...

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September 3, 2013

I was sitting in the back of the bus this morning, watching a woman across the aisle. She wasn’t looking at her...

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