March 5, 2013
The Ghost of Movement
We are taught that to exist is to be solid. We build walls of stone and iron, believing they will hold back...
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Reflections
March 5, 2013
The Hum of Stillness
The air before a storm has a metallic tang, a sharp, electric prickle against the back of the throat. I remember sitting...
March 5, 2013
The Rhythm of the River
There is a quiet language spoken in the wild, a conversation that does not require words. It is found in the sudden...