October 8, 2011
The Breath of Winter
The air in mid-winter has a sharp, metallic edge that catches in the back of the throat, tasting faintly of iron and...
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Reflections
October 8, 2011
The Weight of the Horizon
The day ends not with a shout, but with a slow withdrawal. We spend our hours gathering things—tasks, intentions, the small debris...
October 8, 2011
The Roughness of Morning
The smell of damp earth always brings me back to the feeling of coarse bark against my palms. I remember the way...