October 4, 2012
The Language of Quiet
I spent this morning trying to fix a broken shelf in the hallway. I kept dropping the screws, and my neighbor, who...
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Reflections
October 4, 2012
The Breath of the Cold
The taste of morning is always metallic, like a copper coin pressed against the tongue. It is the damp, woolly feeling of...
October 3, 2012
The Long Turn
I spent an hour this morning trying to find my keys, only to realize they were in the pocket of the coat...