December 15, 2011
The Rough Grain of Home
The smell of damp earth after a sudden monsoon shower always brings me back to the feeling of bare feet on packed...
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Reflections
December 15, 2011
The Breath of Ghosts
The taste of dust is always the taste of summer’s end. It settles on the tongue like powdered sugar, dry and fleeting,...
December 14, 2011
The Weight of Iron
The taste of cold metal on the tongue is a sharp, metallic tang that speaks of winter mornings and forgotten keys. It...