Reflections

February 11, 2011

We spend our lives looking at the horizon, waiting for the grand reveal, the sweeping vista, the mountain range that defines the...

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February 10, 2011

The smell of rain on dry, packed dirt is a language the lungs learn before the mind can name it. It is...

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February 9, 2011

In the quiet hours of the morning, before the city begins its rhythmic pulse, I often think about the endurance of stone....

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