August 21, 2012
The Memory of Clay
We are all made of dust that has learned to dream. There is a quiet, ancient conversation between the palm of a...
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August 20, 2012
The Hum of Warmth
The smell of salt air always clings to the back of my throat, a dry, crusty reminder of the ocean’s reach. I...
August 20, 2012
The Weight of a Glance
There is a particular kind of stillness that precedes a movement. It is not the absence of life, but a concentration of...