December 2, 2010
The Weight of Keeping Watch
In the quiet corners of old houses, there is a specific kind of stillness that gathers like dust. It is not an...
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Reflections
December 2, 2010
The Salt on the Skin
The air in late autumn has a specific, sharp bite—it tastes of cold iron and wet stone. I remember standing on a...
December 1, 2010
The Edge of Waking
The tide does not hurry. It arrives, it retreats, it leaves behind the salt and the smoothed stone. There is a specific...