March 3, 2011
The Weight of Petals
We leave things behind. A stone placed on a cairn, a name carved into bark, a handful of stems offered to the...
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March 3, 2011
The Weight of Silk
The smell of new fabric is always a little sharp, like starch and cold air trapped in a plastic bag. I remember...
March 3, 2011
The Weight of What Remains
Time does not move in a straight line. It circles back, settling into the hollows of stone and the curves of dried...