May 18, 2011
The Architecture of Silence
Night is not merely the absence of the sun; it is a different language spoken by the world when it finally stops...
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Reflections
May 17, 2011
The Weight of Water
We are born near water. It is the first mirror, the first boundary. As children, we lean over the edge, searching for...
May 17, 2011
The Hum of Reeds
The smell of damp earth and drying grass clings to my skin long after I have left the water’s edge. It is...