August 15, 2010
The Breath of Stone
The air at that height tastes like iron and silence. It is a thin, sharp cold that settles deep in the lungs,...
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Reflections
August 15, 2010
The Texture of Invented Play
The smell of crushed green stalks always brings me back to the damp earth of a backyard after a heavy monsoon. It...
August 9, 2010
The Pulse of the Current
The smell of damp earth and river silt always brings me back to the feeling of wet wood beneath my bare feet....