Reflections

September 23, 2010

We are always somewhere else. Even when we stand on solid ground, our eyes are fixed on the horizon, searching for a...

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September 22, 2010

The air near the water always tastes of cold iron and wet feathers. I remember standing on a pier as a child,...

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September 22, 2010

The smell of damp earth always brings me back to the kitchen of my childhood, where the husks were pulled back with...

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