May 18, 2013
The Geography of Skin
We are all born as blank slates, yet time is a patient cartographer. It draws lines across our brows and maps our...
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Reflections
May 18, 2013
The Weight of a Flame
We carry the past like a stone in the pocket. It is heavy, yet we fear the day we might set it...
May 17, 2013
The Echo of Stone
The smell of damp earth and ancient lime mortar clings to the back of my throat, a dry, chalky taste that reminds...