Reflections

February 25, 2011

The air before a storm has a specific, heavy texture—it clings to the skin like damp silk, thick with the scent of...

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February 25, 2011

To travel is to shed layers. You leave the city, the noise, the familiar weight of your own name. Eventually, you reach...

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February 24, 2011

We spend our lives waiting for the heavy things to reveal themselves. We look for the mountain, the storm, the turning point....

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