Reflections

December 9, 2023

I keep a small, dried sprig of lavender tucked inside the pages of a ledger from my grandfather’s shop. It has long...

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December 9, 2023

There is a particular rhythm to the way a garden breathes. It does not rush toward the sun; it simply unfolds, layer...

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December 8, 2023

If a creature moves through a forest that has stood for centuries, does it leave a mark, or is it merely a...

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