December 21, 2011
The Pulse of Air
The smell of dry, sun-baked stone always brings me back to the feeling of a sudden gust against my skin. It is...
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December 21, 2011
The Weight of Wood
We build to keep the wind out. We stack timber and stone, believing that if we create a boundary, we might finally...
December 21, 2011
The Gate Between Tides
The tide comes in, and the world is erased. The tide goes out, and the world returns, changed. We build structures to...