Reflections

November 19, 2010

In the quiet corners of old libraries, one often finds books that have been read so many times the spines have begun...

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November 19, 2010

The air in the high mountains tastes like iron and crushed ice. It is a sharp, metallic sting that settles at the...

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November 18, 2010

The air here tastes of crushed shells and cold, deep water. It is a sharp, metallic tang that clings to the back...

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