Reflections

February 5, 2012

The air in late autumn has a specific, metallic bite, like licking a cold iron railing. It is a sharp, clean scent—damp...

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February 5, 2012

The air before a storm tastes of copper and dry, crushed sage. It is a sharp, metallic tang that settles at the...

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February 4, 2012

Every old street carries the memory of thousands of footsteps that have worn down its stone. In the historic quarters of Old...

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