November 11, 2010
Salt on the Skin
The air at the edge of the day has a specific weight, a damp heaviness that clings to the back of the...
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November 11, 2010
Salt on the Tongue
The air near the edge of the world tastes of cold iron and crushed shells. It is a sharp, stinging flavor that...
November 11, 2010
The Weight of Stone
We build to keep the wind out. We stack steel and glass against the sky, hoping to find a place that holds...