Reflections

September 29, 2010

The smell of damp earth always brings me back to the riverbank, to the feeling of cool, slick mud squelching between my...

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September 29, 2010

We are made of clay, or so the stories tell us. We are shaped by hands that have known the resistance of...

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September 28, 2010

The taste of city air is always metallic, a thin coating of iron and exhaust that settles on the back of the...

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