Reflections

April 22, 2011

We are all born with a compass needle that points toward the horizon, a restless instinct to see what lies beyond the...

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April 21, 2011

There is a specific gravity to the work of hands that have known only the soil. We often speak of labor as...

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April 21, 2011

Time does not pass in the ruins. It settles. It accumulates like dust in the crevices of granite, turning the sharp edges...

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