March 1, 2011
The Weight of a Breath
There is a silence that exists only in the smallest things. We look for meaning in the vastness of the horizon, in...
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Reflections
March 1, 2011
The Hum of Iron
The smell of cold iron always brings me back to the wet wool of my winter coat, pressed against the damp metal...
March 1, 2011
The Currency of Joy
In the quiet corners of a house, we often find that the most valuable things are those that cannot be traded. We...