November 15, 2011
The Unbroken Thread
Time is not a straight line, though we often draw it that way. It is more like a river that folds back...
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Reflections
November 15, 2011
The Weight of Stillness
In the quiet hours of the morning, when the house is still settling into its bones, I often find myself thinking about...
November 14, 2011
The Echo of Stone
The air in an old, vaulted room has a specific weight, a coolness that clings to the skin like damp silk. I...