Reflections

August 17, 2010

In the high, thin air of the mountains, sound behaves differently. It does not travel so much as it dissolves, swallowed by...

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August 16, 2010

We often speak of memory as if it were a visual archive, a gallery of snapshots we pull from a dusty shelf....

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August 15, 2010

The smell of damp wood always brings me back to the riverbank, to the way the air feels heavy and thick, like...

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