November 8, 2010
The Stone That Breathes
Time does not move in a straight line. We imagine it as a river, but it is more like the slow, patient...
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Reflections
November 7, 2010
The Geometry of a Flame
In the quiet hours of the morning, before the kettle whistles or the world begins its insistent hum, I often find myself...
November 7, 2010
The Weight of Smoke
We leave things behind in the places we visit. A breath, a stray thought, the heat of a palm against cold stone....