September 4, 2011
The Tongue of Stone
The taste of dry earth is metallic, like sucking on a copper coin left too long in the sun. It is a...
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September 3, 2011
The Weight of Falling Water
The air before a storm tastes like wet slate and ozone, a metallic tang that settles on the back of the tongue....
September 3, 2011
The Weight of Silence
The smell of old stone always pulls me back to the earth, a cool, damp scent that clings to the back of...