Reflections

November 27, 2023

I keep a small, smooth river stone on my desk, worn down by years of being turned over in my palm. It...

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November 27, 2023

Seneca once remarked that we are often more occupied with the noise of our own minds than with the world that actually...

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November 25, 2023

I keep a pressed flower inside the pages of a heavy, leather-bound dictionary, a remnant of a spring that ended decades ago....

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