Reflections

January 19, 2011

We spend our lives tethered. To the earth, to our names, to the heavy stone of the buildings we raise to house...

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January 19, 2011

The air near the water always tastes of salt and old iron. It clings to the back of the throat, a gritty...

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January 18, 2011

The air after a storm always tastes of ozone and wet pavement, a sharp, metallic tang that clings to the back of...

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