April 19, 2011
The Salt of Ancient Stone
The smell of sun-baked rock is a dry, chalky scent that clings to the back of the throat, like the dust of...
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Reflections
April 18, 2011
The Weight of a Witness
In the quiet corners of a farm, there is a language that requires no syntax. We often assume that the capacity to...
April 18, 2011
The Rhythm of the Earth
There is a quiet, stubborn persistence in the way things move across a landscape. We often mistake speed for progress, assuming that...