Reflections

November 24, 2023

I still keep a small, chipped ceramic bowl that belonged to my grandmother, its glaze worn thin by decades of wooden spoons...

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November 23, 2023

I keep a small, dried sprig of lavender inside a heavy book of poetry, its scent long ago surrendered to the pages....

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November 23, 2023

I walked past the old stone wall at the edge of town this morning, the one where the moss has started to...

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