Reflections

March 24, 2013

I was sitting on a park bench this morning, watching a group of kids chase each other in circles. They were loud,...

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March 24, 2013

The smell of damp earth after a long rain always brings me back to the feeling of crushed silk between my thumb...

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March 24, 2013

There is a specific grit that settles into the creases of the palms, a fine, grey dust that smells of iron and...

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