August 19, 2010
Salt on the Skin
The air near the water always tastes like iron and wet stone. It is a thick, humid weight that clings to the...
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August 19, 2010
The Breath of Thin Air
The air at that height tastes like cold iron and silence. It is a sharp, metallic tang that settles at the back...
August 18, 2010
The Weight of the Soil
We are made of what we touch. The earth does not merely support us; it enters the creases of our skin, the...