October 20, 2011
The Weight of Gold
The smell of late summer is heavy, like crushed stems and earth that has been baked by the sun until it turns...
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Reflections
October 20, 2011
The Architecture of Silence
We walk past the small things as if they were mere punctuation in the sentence of a day, forgetting that the universe...
October 20, 2011
The Salt on My Skin
The smell of the ocean is never just water; it is the scent of cold, wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang...