September 3, 2010
The Salt on the Skin
There is a specific dampness that clings to the back of the neck before a storm breaks. It is heavy, like a...
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Reflections
September 2, 2010
The Architecture of Absence
We spend our lives building structures to contain us—walls to hold back the wind, roofs to mimic the sky, corridors that dictate...
September 2, 2010
The Dust of Stilled Time
The smell of a place is never just the air; it is the scent of things left behind. I remember the feeling...