Reflections

October 17, 2011

We walk through the world with our heads held high, measuring life by the height of the trees and the breadth of...

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October 16, 2011

The air near the water always tastes of damp stone and the slow, sweet rot of fallen leaves. I remember pressing my...

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October 16, 2011

We often mistake the loudest parts of a city for its soul, chasing the rhythm of the market or the frantic pulse...

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