Reflections

July 3, 2011

Every person working quietly on our streets carries an epic of perseverance. They do not seek fame or accolades; they simply honor...

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July 3, 2011

The smell of dry rot is not just decay; it is the scent of a house exhaling its last breath of pine...

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July 2, 2011

The memory of stone is always cold. I remember pressing my palms against the courtyard floor in the heat of a desert...

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