May 23, 2013
Standing Through the Quiet
I spent this morning trying to fix a loose shelf in the hallway. It was one of those small, nagging tasks that...
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Reflections
May 23, 2013
The Weight of Green
The smell of crushed water hyacinth is thick, green, and slightly swampy, like the breath of a river after a long, humid...
May 23, 2013
The Grit of Conviction
The smell of rain on hot asphalt always brings me back to the feeling of a crowd pressing against my shoulders—that specific,...