Reflections

January 27, 2023

The smell of damp wool always brings me back to the winters of my childhood, pressed against the rough, scratchy fabric of...

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January 25, 2023

There is a weight to the air when the wind shifts. We spend our lives tethered to things we cannot see, holding...

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January 24, 2023

There is a particular hour in the old quarters of any city when the stone seems to remember the hands that carved...

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