April 3, 2013
The Breath of High Places
There is a specific thinness to the air when you climb high enough to leave the noise of the earth behind. It...
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Reflections
April 3, 2013
The Weight of the Hunger
The air before a storm tastes of wet iron and crushed mint. It is a heavy, metallic static that settles on the...
April 3, 2013
The Architecture of Silence
In the deepest hours of the morning, when the world has not yet decided to wake, there is a quality to the...