Reflections

July 4, 2012

We often mistake stillness for an absence of movement, forgetting that the mountain is always rising, even when it appears to be...

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July 4, 2012

The scent of dry grass, baked by a sun that refuses to set, clings to the back of my throat. It is...

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July 3, 2012

The smell of dry earth and sun-baked metal clings to my skin, a scent that speaks of long afternoons spent waiting for...

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