Reflections

August 22, 2012

I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, pulling down volumes I haven’t touched in years. I found a postcard tucked...

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August 22, 2012

I woke up before my alarm this morning, just as the sky was turning that bruised, quiet shade of purple. It was...

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August 22, 2012

The smell of rain on sun-baked stone always brings me back to the feeling of grit under my fingernails. It is a...

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