November 27, 2010
The Salt on the Skin
The air near the tide always tastes of cold iron and crushed shells. It is a sharp, metallic tang that clings to...
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November 26, 2010
The Sulfur and the Spark
The air tastes of burnt sugar and ozone, that sharp, metallic tang that lingers on the tongue long after the sky has...
November 23, 2010
The Architecture of Waiting
There is a specific, heavy silence that belongs to the edge of the world. We often think of lighthouses as symbols of...