August 11, 2011
The Architecture of Breath
We are taught that to be alive is to be solid, to have edges that define where we end and the world...
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Reflections
August 11, 2011
The Breath of Stone
The air at that altitude has a metallic bite, a sharp, thin cold that clings to the back of the throat like...
August 10, 2011
The Pulse of Saltwater
The memory is not of the ocean, but of the cold, thick silence that lives beneath the surface. I remember the sensation...