September 13, 2011
The Grit of Unfinished Play
I remember the taste of red dust on my tongue, the kind that rises when you run barefoot across a dry field...
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September 13, 2011
The Weight of the Day
The smell of damp earth after a long day of labor is a thick, grounding perfume. It clings to the skin, a...
September 13, 2011
The Weight of Silent Currents
There is an unspoken camaraderie among those who earn their living on the water. No words are needed when casting the net;...