November 16, 2011
The Salt on My Skin
The smell of wet earth always brings me back to the monsoon, that heavy, metallic scent that clings to the back of...
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Reflections
November 16, 2011
The Architecture of Silence
Light does not arrive all at once. It begins as a rumor, a pale thinning of the dark that gathers at the...
November 15, 2011
Weight of the Stone
There is a silence that belongs only to granite. It is not the silence of a room where someone has just left,...