Reflections

November 15, 2023

My grandmother’s kitchen always smelled of papery husks and damp soil. There was a specific basket on the counter, woven from willow,...

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November 9, 2023

The morning is a slow opening. It does not ask for permission. It simply arrives, petal by petal, revealing what was hidden...

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November 9, 2023

I burned my toast this morning. It was a small, silly mistake, but it felt like a failure of attention. I had...

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