Reflections

August 19, 2011

We spend our lives building walls to keep the world predictable, yet the most beautiful things in human experience are fluid and...

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August 18, 2011

The smell of wet clay always pulls me back to the ground. It is a heavy, metallic sweetness, like the breath of...

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August 18, 2011

Stone is merely time that has forgotten how to move. We look at the mountain and see permanence, but the mountain is...

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