January 17, 2011
The Hum of Summer
The scent of crushed lavender is not a smell; it is a cooling balm for a fevered afternoon. I remember the way...
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January 13, 2011
The Threshold of Elsewhere
In the architecture of a house, a window is rarely just a hole in the wall. It is a membrane, a thin,...
January 12, 2011
The Weight of Distance
There is a rhythm to walking that the mind eventually forgets. You begin with a destination, a point on the map, a...