February 12, 2012
The Weight of Still Water
The smell of wet river silt always brings me back to the damp hem of a skirt, heavy and clinging against my...
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Reflections
February 12, 2012
The Weight of the Threshold
In the study of ancient architecture, there is a concept known as the liminal space—the threshold between the profane world we inhabit...
February 12, 2012
The Grit of Dawn
The smell of damp earth is a heavy, velvet thing that clings to the back of your throat before the sun even...