June 12, 2023
The Echo of Cobblestones
When I was seven, my uncle took me to a town where the streets were made of stones that had been polished...
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Reflections
June 12, 2023
The Weight of a Worn Coat
I have a wool coat in the back of my closet that still smells faintly of woodsmoke and damp earth, a relic...
June 12, 2023
The Geometry of the Swarm
Starlings in a murmuration do not follow a single leader; instead, each bird tracks the movement of its seven nearest neighbors, creating...
