March 20, 2011
The Geometry of Departure
There is a peculiar weight to the things we watch disappear. We stand on the edge of a threshold, whether it is...
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Reflections
March 20, 2011
The Weight of Gold
Autumn is a slow surrender, a quiet loosening of the grip that trees hold on their own history. We watch the leaves...
March 20, 2011
The Salt on the Tongue
The air here tastes of wet silt and the sharp, metallic tang of coming rain. It is a heavy, humid breath that...