Reflections

September 24, 2011

The air in high places tastes of crushed slate and ancient, biting cold. It is a sharp, metallic tang that settles at...

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September 24, 2011

We often mistake loneliness for a lack of company, as if the absence of voices is a deficit to be corrected. Yet,...

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September 23, 2011

The first drop hits the pavement and releases a ghost—that sharp, metallic perfume of dust meeting water. It is a scent that...

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