November 15, 2011
The Grit of the Path
The smell of hot iron and crushed gravel always pulls me back to the edges of things. It is a dry, metallic...
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November 15, 2011
The Geometry of Breath
We spend our lives looking for the horizon, forgetting that the universe often hides its greatest secrets in the smallest of curls....
November 15, 2011
The Architecture of Breath
The smell of damp earth after a heavy rain is a heavy, velvet thing. It clings to the back of the throat,...