Reflections

March 24, 2011

There is a quiet, almost imperceptible grief in the way we dismantle the things that bring us comfort. We hang the lights,...

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March 24, 2011

The air in mid-January has a sharp, metallic edge that catches in the back of the throat, tasting faintly of iron and...

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March 23, 2011

The air at dawn has a specific weight, a dampness that clings to the skin like a damp wool blanket. It smells...

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