November 2, 2012
The Architecture of Echoes
Memory is not a library of fixed images, but a garden left to the mercy of the seasons. As the years gather...
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Reflections
November 1, 2012
The Unseen Audience
There is a peculiar silence that falls when two creatures stop moving at the exact same moment. It is as if they...
October 31, 2012
The Salt on the Skin
The ocean does not just wash over you; it leaves a signature. I remember the sting of salt drying on my forearms,...