Reflections

March 23, 2013

There is a particular courage in the vertical. To rise above the collective, to hold one’s head higher than the rest, is...

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March 23, 2013

The air in the desert has a texture like crushed silk, dry and insistent against the skin. I remember the taste of...

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March 23, 2013

Night is not merely the absence of the sun; it is a heavy, velvet curtain drawn across the frantic pulse of the...

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