May 31, 2012
The Arithmetic of Bloom
There is a quiet, rhythmic persistence in the way a garden organizes itself. If you look closely at the center of a...
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Reflections
May 31, 2012
The Breath of Ancient Cold
The air in the high mountains tastes like metal and silence. It is a sharp, clean sting at the back of the...
May 30, 2012
The Breath of Stone
The air in the high places tastes of iron and nothingness. It is a sharp, thin cold that settles deep in the...