July 2, 2012
The Weight of Ink
We are taught that time is a river. It is not. Time is a stack of papers, folded and unfolded, passed from...
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Reflections
July 1, 2012
The Weight of Evening
The air tastes of woodsmoke and grit, a dry, metallic tang that clings to the back of the throat long after the...
July 1, 2012
Never Say Goodbye
I could never bear upon the thought of saying goodbye to my loved ones. Every time the thought of departure filled my...