Reflections

September 16, 2023

We walk through our days with our eyes fixed on the horizon, rarely considering the ground as anything more than a path...

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September 16, 2023

The wooden plow handle is gone, worn smooth by hands that no longer exist to hold it. I think of the callouses...

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September 15, 2023

I was standing in the grocery store aisle this morning, staring at a wall of cereal boxes, when I realized I had...

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