April 18, 2013
The Weight of Hunger
There is a silence in the cold that is not peaceful. It is a waiting. We speak of nature as if it...
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Reflections
April 18, 2013
The Architecture of Toil
We often mistake the skin for the person, forgetting that the true map of a life is written in the things we...
April 18, 2013
The Ink of Memory
In the quiet hours of the morning, I often find myself tracing the spines of old books, feeling the weight of words...